Summer arrives at our house when Matt pretty much moves into the bakery in the basement. I don't think he knew how appropriate the name "Mockingbird Bakery" was when he chose it a year ago. But now, he and the neighborhood mockingbird are the only ones awake and working diligently through the wee hours - Matt baking to low-volume Nina Simone or some brand of death metal, mockingbird making his own music. I am sleeping upstairs, but when the box fan starts to pull in the earthy aroma of sourdoughs or the sugar tang of cream scones, I do take notice...
Last year this time we were scrambling to finish construction downstairs. This season, it is wonderful to be back at the market and interacting with the great folks who buy his bread. Handing someone a paper sack of something nourishing, tasty, lovely and exciting to eat is really satisfying. So helping Matt out on market day is the highlight of the week for me. (My job is bagging breads and making change - other than pre-market breakfast delivery, I pretty much stay out of the production area.)
3 comments:
Congratulations to you & Matt on a year of providing REAL nourishment to say nothing of beauty. Good Luck on 6 months of sunny Thursdays.
Wow, that must be a wonderful smell to wake up to. That's a pretty cool venture!
Great pictures of Matt in action and your awesome top-secret, underground bakery. I'm still proud to admit that Kalamata Olive sourdough broke my breadge!!!
-drew
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