Baked before sunrise, gone by noon.

Sourdough, tarts and very good coffee on Main Street.

The counter

Baked in small batches through the morning. When a tray is empty, it is empty.

Country loaf, 24-hour ferment.

Rolled fresh every morning.

Whatever the orchard gives us.

Roasted in the county.

Two people, one bench, and a lot of early mornings.

Runs the ovens and will not tell you her starter’s age.

Works the counter and remembers your usual.

Mara and Ellis are part of the fiction, like the rest of the bakehouse.

The doors open at seven, the coffee is on, and the first trays are already out of the oven.