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What Mildrith Hath Wrought

It’s time to honour Mildrith, the wood-fired oven of the Happy Monk Baking Company. I haven’t spoken of her much in recent months, but she has been at my side every bake day and more, going on six years. Mildrith is my constant companion, steady, true, the holder of bread-heat and embracing warmth. She is silent except when she roars. She can be too hot at times and not warm enough at others. Mildrith is nothing if not constant. Always there, she brightens every bake day.

She’s baked thousands of loaves and brought sustenance and warmth to many Penderites.

Transformation miracles

Waiting for the baking window

If you don’t believe in miracles, you only have to look at the pillowy loaves of gold and brown that emerge from her chamber on bake days. Her iron-wrought doors are closed one minute, and the next minute, Lo! Each loaf is a miracle, a transformation of flour, water, salt (and sometimes a few extra items) into something sublime, more significant than the sum of its parts.

She’s older than she looks. Her namesake is St. Mildrith, the daughter of a Mercian king and Queen. She was born in Anglo-Saxon times, around 700 CE, in the area now known as Kent in the south of England. 1

There is a good reason why I named her after St. Mildrith. You can read about it in this Happy Monk blog post from five years ago.

You can also read an account of how Mildrith was built in this post.

This bread you eat …

Bread days are special; they’re holy if you consider the dozens of miracles that happen each time: the transformation of wheat into flour, added to water and salt and baked to perfection (most of the time). This bread you eat, this wine you drink.

The fire in Mildrith’s chamber has been warming her since the day before. Before bake day, the interior is glowing red late in the evening, and the heat wafts out in shimmering waves. I close the doors, say good night, and so to bed.

Early next morning, I’m up before dawn. I sweep out the embers and ashes, clean the hearthstones and wait for the “baking window” to arrive: the temperature range of 450ºF to 550ºF is optimal for bread baking.

Gratitude is all

There’s nothing quite like the smell of baking bread on this earth. I work fast loading the oven. When the loaves are golden brown, my feet are off the ground as I float the trays into the kitchen. I line them up on cooling racks. The kitchen fills with the aroma. You can hear them crackling away. The singing crusts!

This is what Mildrith hath wrought: transformed raw dough boules into crusty things of beauty—mouths water. We dream of hot crumb, shattery crust, melting butter, and the gentle tang of sourdough-leavened bread. I’m smitten.

“She’s my one, my only,” I think. But no, not quite. I must be dreaming, intoxicated with the smell of bread. “Thank you, Mildrith,” I say. Gratitude is all.


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  1. CE stands for “Common Era” and has the same meaning as AE, or “After (Christ’s) Death”. Thus CE=AD.

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