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The Year in Bread … and Gratitude

One more bake, and we’ll close the books on Happy Monk 2022. The baker’s peel will be relegated to the corner, the proofing baskets cleaned, the baking room will be tidied and organized, and sense will be restored from the chaos in my “bread room.”

It’s winter. Time for long nights of sleep, slow-moving days by the fire, blankets and good books. A glass of wine, a feast or two, new Netflix treasures.

The family’s in town soon, and we’re all looking forward to reconnecting, all looking forward to the slow-down, telling our stories, venturing new plans, looking at the lines on our faces, taking stock of this year on Bread Island.

Buttered and jammed

We put a lot of bread on people’s tables. It was sliced, buttered and jammed, made into sandwiches, French Toast and croutons for salads and soups. It appeared on platters at dinners and feasts and was toasted, fried, grilled and eaten straight up. Some of it barely made the journey home, as it was wolfed down on the way back from the pick-up. Others apportioned their bread carefully across the week. Or they froze it until needed.

Happy Monk bread was gifted to others. It journeyed to tables in Victoria, Vancouver, Seattle and Portland. It was taken on camping trips and even flown to Mexico.

Let me tell you: baking’s hard work. Long hours mixing dough, hefting large bags of flour and heavy dough tubs around the kitchen. And much as I gush about the pleasures of early morning work in front of Mildrith, the accrued sleep debt is wearing, to say the least.

This is what it’s all about

But there’s always a moment on bake mornings when I realize the week’s labour is almost done. The car is loaded with bread for Port Washington and Medicine Beach. The bread packages are laid on the table beside Mildrith for the South Pender customers.

And all that remains is meeting up with those who’ve ordered bread (most of them), handing over their bags and exchanging a laugh. Bread days! There is an air of celebration, a shared sense of accomplishment: we’ve brought bread to our table. We can rest easy now, pass on some news, gossip, a movie recommendation or a book. We deepen our connection with our Pender neighbours.

This is what it’s all about. It’s the justification for all the labour, the sleeplessness!

A community of souls

As I stand on the cusp of 2023, I feel mostly gratitude looking back on 2022.

It takes a community of souls to keep a small business like the Happy Monk Baking Company thriving. Through hands-on assistance, inspiration, and advice, an essential group of enthusiasts and supporters fueled Mildrith’s fires. They kept the bread flowing over the past year.

Here are a few:

Roy Villa was the wood-chopping good samaritan who stepped in over the past year to chop wood down to just-the-right size for firing Mildrith. Chopping wood is a joy, but it’s also a joy to step outside and behold a pile of wood ready to go … that someone else has done for you!

Jacques Marmen was the first chief architect, natural builder, problem solver, oven surgeon, and caregiver to Mildrith. I think of him every time I light a new fire and all the fun we had building her. Wishing Jacques many happy vibes with his new life.

Thanks for the dance

Best of the season to all! We’ll be back in February, full of new ideas and inspiration. Have lots of warm, deep rest until then, with lots of dreams and joy.

So turn up the music
Pour out the wine
Stop at the surface
The surface is fine
We don’t need to go any deeper

Leonard Cohen, “Thanks for the Dance”
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