The sun will be up in five minutes, and I can just hear the seagulls over the buzz of the refrigerators. The morning feels in-between and disoriented, like all my hours in the kitchen are getting tangled, and I may have misplaced myself in time. Yesterday was a confusion of baking and the holiday pop-up market, too many cookies, and a kitchen so cold the last batch of bread wouldn't rise. When I got back to the kitchen at 8 pm to find the dough still heavy and slow, I gave into the siren call of a sit-down dinner, threw a stack of proofing baskets in my panniers, strapped the 12 kg dough tub to my rack, and rode home, where the dough responded happily to the warmth of an oven light, and then spent the night rising in its baskets on the front porch. And now, some hours later, the bread and I are back in the kitchen and preparing for another market.
The weather today is supposed to be truly nasty, but you live in the Pacific Northwest, and love the rain! Right? I have some lovely holiday specials (gingerbread! shortbread! oh my!), all wrapped up and ready to take home. They'll make an excellent host(ess) gift, or a treat for yourself on a windy weekend, while you settle down with the Sunday paper and your morning coffee, though I wouldn't recommend eating a dozen shortbread by yourself in one sitting, no matter how wintry the weather. And speaking of the holidays, it's time to put in your holiday order! You can download and print the order sheet or pick up a copy at the market today.
See you soon!
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