I had imagined I might write an especially thoughtful newsletter for the last market of the year, but here we are on Saturday morning and I find myself too staring and stupid with sleep to know my own thoughts, never mind sharing them eloquently with others. In a fitting end to the baking season, I spent most of the night in the kitchen, came home for a nap, and am now rallying to go back to pack up for market. Yes! Packing! Bicycle trailers! Efficiency! (at least, I hope that's how it goes)
Out of all those hours in the kitchen came a small mountain of treats, from Smoky Vollkornbrot (finally), to a strange and extravagant pie creation and endless cookies. I even remembered to make a few extra stollen, so if you didn't place your order in time, don't despair, get to market early and you may still enjoy the most decadent of breads.
See you soon!
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