Two people & a crazy dream.

I don’t know what made me sit down and scroll through old pictures this morning, I guess I was feeling a bit nostalgic. I was thinking about all the items we’ve made, wondering if I had forgotten to bring something great back around (always possible in our ever-changing menu). Then I stumbled on this, and realized it’s been a year.

One year ago we were feverishly putting bread and pastry on our little round table in the foyer. In baskets, under glass domes, and in a few scattered boxes. We were barely filling that foyer table, in one bake a day, and praying someone would come buy a treat. Hoping, so much, that a few people would see our posts and stop by to try a loaf of bread. We had no real baking equipment to speak of, no big ovens or coolers. We were doing our very best to bake in a small residential oven with the two baking sheets we had.  Just the two of us, getting up very early every morning, with little but hope.

We had no idea what was to come. No grand plans. We were just so very happy to fill our little table and see a few smiling faces. Then, last May, Mr. Amazing and I looked at each other and realized our foyer wasn’t enough. We were learning, by boot camp method (and huge trial and error), how to bake more. More product, more inspiration and invention, and more efficiency. And, through it all, trying desperately to cling to our promise of truly artisan, small batch bread and pastry. To our every hope, dream, sweat and tear, more and more of your smiling faces walked through that foyer door. So many, that we pushed my great grandmother’s table out of the dining room and Mr. Amazing built wood cases – with more shelves than I could ever imagine filling.  

One year later, we’re rotating dozens of baking sheets and peels of bread loaves through big commercial ovens every day. Filling those shelves several times over. And looking at each other, knowing all too well, it’s time to expand again.  

Thinking back, I was very proud of our little foyer table. I knew how much love and effort we were putting into every baked good we placed on it, and just wanted to share our passion. I am still proud of every loaf and pastry we put out, but I am even more proud of the two of us. Especially my ever loving, ever supporting husband who has made every step of growth possible. What we’ve learned in the past year feels like it could fill ten novels. It’s been a year of trials, tears, hopes, dreams, growth, triumph, and immense gratitude. In so many ways, it’s easy to lose sight of the growth in the grind. Day after day, not realizing that -just one year ago- it was all we could do to bake a handful of loaves and fill a few baskets. Yes, we may have more gray hair and we are always sleep deprived. However, despite the bags under our eyes, we have never been happier. We have never been more grateful. And we know, it’s just the beginning.

We are working on grand plans, but in our hearts, we will always be two people with crazy hope and a tiny foyer table. Today and every day, thank you for walking through our doors. It truly means the world to us.

Thank you for being part of our bakery dream.