I spent the last few years taking time on and off to write a little memoire of the past decade plus of professionally baking, some key moments, some recipes and some great pictures! Written truly for the people I bake for each day, this book is a little insight into what got me here, what keeps me going and what might be next for us!
For those inquiring minds, recipes include; Croissant, Muffin, Scone, Oatmeal Cherry Cookies, Caraway rye, Bagels, Country Sourdough, Miche, Multigrain, Whole Wheat Pan Bread, Brioche, Jam and a few more!
Check it out! My Mom can't be the only one buying copies! Hard covers in the store soon!
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A poem I wrote about baker's hours.
The Baker’s Hours
The midnight clock is calling me once more,
I shape the dough while others dream in rest,
Their joy is worth the sleep I can't restore.
The lamplight hums behind the swinging door,
Flour dusts my hands—my craft, my quest,
The midnight clock is calling me once more.
My child sleeps on while I prepare the store,
I kiss her cheek, though time steals what is best,
Their joy is worth the sleep I can't restore.
By dawn, the line will gather at the floor,
A hundred smiles, a thousand loves expressed,
The midnight clock is calling me once more.
Yet evenings pass—too many lost before,
The ones I love move on while I progress,
Their joy is worth the sleep I can't restore.
The scent of warmth drifts through the open door,
I watch, I give, I bake, I leave obsessed--
The midnight clock is calling me once more,
Their joy is worth the sleep I can't restore.
-Arlo Brandl, CBB,CVB,CAB
The Baker’s Hours
The midnight clock is calling me once more,
I shape the dough while others dream in rest,
Their joy is worth the sleep I can't restore.
The lamplight hums behind the swinging door,
Flour dusts my hands—my craft, my quest,
The midnight clock is calling me once more.
My child sleeps on while I prepare the store,
I kiss her cheek, though time steals what is best,
Their joy is worth the sleep I can't restore.
By dawn, the line will gather at the floor,
A hundred smiles, a thousand loves expressed,
The midnight clock is calling me once more.
Yet evenings pass—too many lost before,
The ones I love move on while I progress,
Their joy is worth the sleep I can't restore.
The scent of warmth drifts through the open door,
I watch, I give, I bake, I leave obsessed--
The midnight clock is calling me once more,
Their joy is worth the sleep I can't restore.
-Arlo Brandl, CBB,CVB,CAB