I remember my grandmother making bread when I was little, it is a deep memory and the smell can bring me back in a heartbeat. But most of my life I have eaten my bread from the big grocery stores with long aisles and brought home with jammed bags that I hope won't completely flatten the bread substance. But over the last couple of decades I have slowly been awakened to the joy of good bread. The arrival of Bodacious, now Borealis Bread was like fresh air coming in the house after a long closed up winter. Now we also have Atlantic Bakery and other local bakeries. It shouldn't be a surprise to rediscover what human have had for millions of years, but it just kind of got lost in the wake of the supermarket machinery of modern convenience. But buying bread from the baker is now one of my local delights. Seeing the people covered in flour in the bake room and the various loaves on display is such a rich addition to life here. The convenience of one stop
shopping to get everything I need is not as valuable to me anymore as taking a bit longer and adding another stop to get some bread or now even think of shopping as a process, with many visits. It all seems so basic, so primal and somehow it seems to connect me more with my food and where I am living. Eating fresh bread is one of my great delights and I thank heartily those local bakers who make my life so much richer here.