Hope is on the oven this morning, and man, she’s making it sing. She’s been pulling out some beautiful Focaccia (garlic; thyme; rosemary; sesame!!), Pain au Levain fit for Paris, a sprouted-grain loaf of her own invention, and some other-worldly Ciabatta. Hope came to us a while back looking to apprentice; we don’t usually say yes, but her letter was compelling, and it showed in it’s rhythm that she could wring beauty out of mere ink. That’s what we look for. We talked, and I reminded her that baking, for all its romance and flair, is mostly sweeping and dishwashing. She wasn’t scared. She arrived ready to roll, and she’s been studying, practicing, reading, washing, and trying her hand at every phase of the operation. Today, it’s her bake–from the planning to the scaling through the mixing and fermentation and on to the bake. She’ll be taking it to market, too. Come visit Hope at the Trumansburg Farmer’s Market this afternoon, rain or shine, from 4-7PM,
Just remember, if you’re out of bread, if you’re hungry, if you crave a crust… there is still Hope!
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