Hi folks,

I get asked about 700,000 times a week when we'll start selling pizza out here, and the answer is...well, I don't know. Sometime this summer. We're waiting to hear back from the health department about a few things, and we can't really proceed until that happens, and once that's all cleared up, we still have a lot of work to do to get ready. And pesky things like running a bakery full time get in the way of progress. We're having a good summer in the bakery, very busy, new bakers, new products, new energy, but not much time left over to make progress on pizza. Have faith. Be patient. Keep asking. It will happen. It will be good. You know it will...

Jeff the baker

in the meantime, here's a poem to sift through...

Sifter

When our English teacher gave

our first writing invitation of the year,

Become a kitchen implement

in 2 descriptive paragraphs, I did not think

butcher knife or frying pan,

I thought immediately

of soft flour showering throught the little holes

of the sifter and the sifter’s pleasing circular

swishing sound, and wrote it down. 

Rhoda became a teaspoon,

Roberto a funnel,

Jim a muffin time

and Forrest a soup pot. 

We read our paragraphs out loud.

Abby was a blender. Everyone laughed

and acted but the more we thought about it,

we were all everything in the whole kitchen,

drawers and drainers,

singing teapot and grapefruit spoon

with serrated edges, we were all the

empty cup, the tray. 

This, said our teacher, is the beauty of metaphor.

It opens doors.

What I could not know then

was how being a sifter

would help me all year long.

When bad days came

I would close my eyes and feel them passing

through the tiny holes.

When good days came

I would try to contain them gently

the way flour remains

in the sifter until you turn the handle.

Time, time. I was a sweet sifter in time

and no one ever knew.

- Naomi Shihab Nye