#artisan bakery

[formeryelpers]

Little Sky Bakery, 170 State St, Los Altos, CA 94022

Little Sky Bakery’s baked goods run large, like large enough to feed a family. I visited their stall inside the State Street Market and spotted loaves of bread (e.g., pain de mie, rye, olive rosemary sourdough, country sourdough, baguettes), sourdough scones, giant cookies, muffins, and sandwiches. Their breads are naturally leavened with wild yeast. The sandwiches are made with their bread.

Tofu & shiitake mando ($7): It’s like a thin-skinned, chewy bun/bao that’s been stuffed and pan fried till golden. The flavors were definitely Asian. The filling is like something you’d find in a dumpling: scallions, tofu, mushroom, ginger I think…really good and a great snack or a light meal. Ample filling!

Baked goods are baked fresh daily at the Menlo Park bakery. They also have a stall at various farmer’s markets.

5 out of 5 stars.

By Lolia S.

[attendtobeauty]

I wonder if Phil Whalen would have enjoyed this Moon Bread.

[buffetlicious]

From the award-winning Taiwanese bakery famed for its Lychee Rose Royale and Red Wine Longan breads - Wu Pao Chun Bakery (吳寶春麥方店) came this Cheesy Strawberry (草莓乳酪) bread. The savoury loaf of bread (S$14.80) has wine-soaked strawberry slices and honey cream cheese giving it bursts of tangy sweetness or creaminess depending on which you bite into.

[jamiesfootball]

Whumptober Day 9

Prompt: ‘frame me up on the wall just to keep me out of trouble’, bruises

This idea is a mishmash of two things I heard on a podcast:

1 - players will often before a match watch footage of other players they want to emulate

2 - a friend of the podcast host used to have a large cardboard cutout of a footballer in his living room

So what I’m imagining is Jamie, fresh faced at 18 and having just moved into his first place.

He’s really feeling the pressure from his dad to play tougher now that he’s gotten his first ‘professional contract’, which is still a pittance compared to the actual professionals, but good luck explaining to his dad that it’s not a reflection on how Jamie plays, it’s just where he’s at right now in his career. At the bottom. The bottom of the top is still the bottom, and in case he’s in danger of forgetting that, he can just look around him: a cheap one-bedroom with no furniture, no decorations, and moving boxes doubled up for tables while he sits on the floor.

He left nearly everything behind at his mum’s. They’re on the outs for a bit. (He doesn’t know this yet, but they’ll be on the outs on and off for the next few years.) In hindsight Jamie shouldn’t have used his dad’s name as a weapon, but she’d just told him that she wanted her new boyfriend to move in. He’s met this new guy Simon a few times, and he knows he’s a harmless, gormless wanker, but the sudden idea of living in the same house — in his house — fills him with sudden and icy dread. It makes him feel cornered; it makes him feel betrayed; and at some point when he wasn’t paying attention he’d learned it was easiest to meet threats teeth-first, so that’s what he did.

Ironic, too, that he’d been so focused on getting away from Simon that he wound up staying with his dad for the next few weeks. But at least he knew his dad — the shape of his anger and the swerve of his moods and how to time his waking hours so that it was never him asleep while his dad was awake.

His new place might be a bit of a shithole, but at least it’s got a lock on the door.

So now he’s alone, sitting on his living room floor, mental preparing himself for the match later that he probably won’t even get to play in. Watching Roy Kent’s old matches from when he was still the toughest bastard on the field. He skips past all the footage from his most recent games, because watch Kent struggle to keep up with everyone makes something ache in Jamie’s chest. He needs the old Roy Kent, the one who’s familiar. The big man with the biggest walls who’s been looming in front of Jamie for years.

Only he left his mum’s in such a hurry, and then he’d spent the next few weeks bunking with his dad (regrettably) while he searched for his own place, and between one thing and another he didn’t so much as decide to leave his poster behind as he knew he couldn’t take it with him.

But it felt weird not having his poster scowling down at him too, so Jamie-

Well it’s not like he’s got anything to show off yet in his new place. No one has to know that he impulse bought a Roy Kent cardboard cutout for his living room instead of buying a coffee table.

So this is the picture so far: Jamie, lounging on a bare wooden floor with his hoodie bundled under his head for a pillow. He’s watching old footage on a new phone, because his dad broke the old one. Between the phone and the security deposit, he can’t afford a tv yet. The paychecks are coming, they are, bigger than the ones last year twice over, but he wants to save a bit first before he starts buying stuff he knows from experience he’s perfectly fine living without.

He knows how fast someone’s money situation can change. He has a contract inked for two years, but it doesn’t feel real. Everything feels like a dream.

Roy Kent’s not a dream though. Roy Kent’s as real as he ever been, whether he’s in ink and paper scowling above Jamie’s head or in tiny pixels as he stomps across the pitch so hard the grass should die in his wake.

Roy Kent, his guide for how to be tougher be better keep going

It’s that kind of focus keeps Jamie out of trouble when things get tough. When his dad comes at him too hard, and Jamie wonders with a cold chill if staying in football is worth the occasional bruise it earns him off the pitch.

It has to be worth it though. If it all crumpled, if that image of Roy Kent ever collapsed in front of them, Jamie doesn’t know what else he would do

He still has a way to catch up. The physios are all in agreement that Jamie hasn’t quite had his last growth spurt. Standing on his tiptoes in front of the cutout because he thought he’d at least be eye level with him by now

He plans to hide it under his bed if his dad shows up unannounced

(That only works for so long)

By the time Jamie gets loaned out, his first flat is nothing more than a short lived memory. The cutout is long since dead, and so is naive little twat who looked up to it. Jamie’s taller now. Hasn’t pulled up a video of Roy Kent in years. In all ways that matter, Roy Kent is a living ghost to him

And then he meets Roy Kent

[mimicschest]

Want Bread

There are three bakeries in my town. Three. And none of them sell bread. Pastries? Yes. Cakes? Yes. But heaven forbid I want to buy a loaf of rye or sourdough. There are no options for buying decent bread in my town. Grocery store only sells mediocre, pre-made baguettes. No rye. No sourdough. Only other option is pre-sliced bread, which grows mold in a week and is so thin and weak it cant handle butter properly.

[kaerinio]

sitting here thinking about dany's bookstore verse . . . thinking about the merch her store would have. at first, she would be adamant about not having merch because she really just wants to share her own love of reading and stories and books with the world and provide a safe and accessible space in her community for others to spend time and explore their imagination. after a while, she's convinced to create a lil' merch corner because one-after-another, she's (sweetly) confronted with patrons asking her about totes, t-shirts, sweaters, and hats.

when she first starts building up the merch corner, it's filled exclusively with silver quill gear (designed by local creators and made with ethically-sourced materials 🥹); however, she's quick to take this new addition to the store as an opportunity to reach out to local vendors and artists to ask if they'd like to sell their items in her store, as well! so the corner doesn't just have silver quill totes and clothes and things, but it also has handmade bookmarks, little soy candles, catch-all dishes, incense holders, literary art, tapestries, mugs, body scrubs, lotions, all from local vendors! and, every two weeks, she hosts a little artist market in the courtyard behind the shop!

[strawberrycrepes]

It’s been a minute since I’ve been on Tumblr. I’ve recently started a small Sourdough shop on Etsy. If you guys would like to support me, here’s a link to my shop:

[1-800-kendall]

anyway i went to the grocery store just now to buy snacks for my 16-hr flight this week and the smell of pickles in their jars overstimulated my little brain so much i nearly vomited all over the international foods aisle. so that’s where im at

[alpinelogy]

Good news: I went bouldering with a cute guy, 11/10 experience

Bad news: everything else this creates

[grumpywagon]

Flaky and Buttery Palmiers

[happywebdesign]

Sonoma

[buffetlicious]

Since the last trip to On'Lee Artisan Bakery, my other colleagues had heard about the cream puffs and would love to get their hands on them too. So, leading another group of my colleagues, we made our way through the underground shopping alley in Woodlands MRT Station TE2. I bought the same box of Assorted Cream Puffs (S$5.80) featuring two Originals, one each of Chocolate and Matcha.

[greyias]

In between bouncing between two fic projects, two original projects, I got obsessed with this no-knead everything bread recipe from King Arthur Flour, and made a weekend project of putting it together. Despite many trials and tribulations (the dough is super sticky and hard to work with, the bread got stuck to the sides of the dutch oven, and the crust cracked in my attempts to get it out), the loaf actually turned out well!

But I needed to show you all how comically large a single slice of toast is.

The monster looks like a gd mini baguette on the plate. Anyway, I have bread forever now (or however long it takes me to go through the slices I've carefully put away in the freezer). But this has also ignited my intrigue for other potential fun artisan loaves.

[jenggitaa]

CROISSERIE ARTISAN BAKERY

[strawberrycrepes]

Sourdough Japanese Milk Bread is up for sale

[octarineblues]

not the only bakery near me being open 10am-3pm like who are you open for??? like sure i miss bread but can i miss work