The bakery
Flour, water, salt, and stubbornness
Our starter is older than our lease. Our loaves take thirty hours and we will not be negotiating with them.
Come at seven for the first crackle, or at noon for whatever survived the morning.
The town loaf
Dark crust, open crumb, the daily argument settler.
Butter tide
Thick toast, melted butter, honey from up the road.
Ninth-oven specials
One experiment a week. Sometimes glorious.