I need a better way of getting out of bed in the morning. My relationship with the snooze button has become unhealthy. I know, I know, in my logical, waking brain that those eight or twenty-four or fifty-six minutes (yes, embarrassingly, I've done that), are better spent on getting ready for the day than on jerking in and out of dreams at eight minute intervals, but my half-asleep brain will use almost any excuse to stay put. Does anyone have a favorite trick for circumventing a lack of get-out-of-bed self-discipline?
Despite all evidence to the contrary, I love early mornings. I love the time just after dawn, when the sky is still white at the edges and I can sit in the kitchen with a mug of tea, listening to the crows through the open window, the whole day stretched out before me. That first hour is all possibility.
But since I spent too much time flirting with the snooze button this morning, there's no time to sit quietly with the crows. I need to go pick blackberries to finish off todays Double Trouble Blackberry Tart (Cooked and fresh berries! Brown butter crust! Honey drizzled on top!), and finish packing up the pastries for market. Also on the sweet side of the menu: basil cream and peach tarts. And the savory specials are a malted German rye (100% rye, for those of you who've been patiently waiting), and cheesy garden pesto rolls.
If you didn't open yesterdays Prologue email, the gist of it was that I'll be gone next Saturday, and to make up for it am taking orders for Wednesday pickup. Three pickup locations. Nearly a full menu of bread and pastry to pick from. Download the order formHERE and return it to me by Monday, or fill out a copy at the market.