Waiting for the Timer to go Off…

I am in the kitchen every day of the week. Most days are a minimum of 10 hours. Currently I use a shared commercial kitchen space. I love making bread. I hate making bread. I miss teaching. I can’t imagine not making bread. The joy and sorrow that I experience everyday is tiring. And thrilling….

The End of The Season

It is the first Tuesday of November of 2018. I voted today. I spent time with family today. I delivered bread and pastries today. I rested and I puttered and I….did not have a market to get ready for. Today was the first Tuesday of the off season for the North Park Farmers’ Market in…

Sour Bakery: Our North Carolina Story So Far (Part 1)

Moving to North Carolina was a BIG move. We left our California Coastal home (2016, June/July), where we had resided off and on for 35 years, drove our car and two cats as well as a few belongings and our optimism and fear, and travelled through 2,777 miles of the United States. Tucked away in…

When You Think You’ve Learned Enough

It is 1:14 in the morning on the 24th of April. I am playing the waiting game. Waiting for my dough to be ready to shape into the loaves I will bake tomorrow. Waiting for the dish machine to finish its cycle so I can do the next load. Waiting to feel like I am…

Have I Mentioned: I Love to Experiment

I recently had some bananas that were perfect for banana bread. But, I did not want to make banana bread. I LOVE to experiment! It is why I want to open my own bakery: so I have control of what I make and when I can try new things. In recent posts, I wrote about…

New Business Cards Have Arrived

This was so exciting to create! I found the font years ago and find it rather whimsical and quirky: like myself. I have been asked: why the Unicorn, what does it have to do with bread? My initial answer has been: because I am a Unicorn! But, in all seriousness I find that food, in…

Finding Beauty in the Mistakes

I am a human who dreads mistakes. Like most humans I suspect. But my dread, of such a mundane and common place thing, has inhibited so much in my life. While growing up I stayed silent, or stayed home, for fear of making some social faux pas that I perceived would ruin any and all…