“If You Know…You Know”

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There are times when I know deep down inside that I’ve just walked through the threshold of something that only a select percentage of people will ever experience.  This is partly due to the hush hush, mysterious workings that encompass such a phenomenon and then also partly due to timing.  You see, I truly believe that with each tick of the second hand, this secretive, “underground” speakeasy becomes more prominent and visible as the name escapes through the lips of one of those that knows along to one of those that doesn’t.

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When I first joined the social network group, I wasn’t really sure what it was all about or even why I cared.  All I really knew was that I needed to hop on for the ride.  I’ve always been a thrill seeker, curious about all the fuss.  I just never realized it would be to score a loaf of bread.  At first I sat back and perused the volumes of chitter chatter brought on by the brain washed clan that seemed to have a language all their own.  But as time passed, I realized, I too had started adding to the gab.  Instead of “them” it was now “we” and before I knew it I was setting my alarm clock and staring unblinkingly into my computer screen longing to be one of the select few to be blessed with the Holy Grail of sourdough bread.

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As I reflect on the whole process, I must say, although Mama never made homemade bread and I have no definite story to relate to this; what I do know is, she would have LOVED every minute of it.  Being one of the select few that was “in the know” would have thrilled her.  Mama was adventurous that way and had no fear when it came to experiencing all that life had to offer.  I feel certain that she would have not only become best friends with the illustrious baker, but would have been welcomed into the kitchen and served up some bread and wine.  That’s just how she was.

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By now some of you might just be wondering where this place is that I speak of.  Prepare, because…”if you know, you know”…and it will alter just how much you’re willing to sample just a morsel.  You must be committed, persistent, and even a bit insane, to conquer the challenge of seeking a loaf of your own.  But I promise that if you stay focused and are finally allowed the indulgence of this delicious bread, handcrafted by Scott Ervin in his underground hideaway, “The Speakeasy Bakery,” you will not regret it.  The experience alone is worth it; but the fact that the bread is incredible, and a true work of passion, is the real hidden gem.

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The Chopping Block

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This weekend I took the plunge and finally bought myself a truly incredible chopping block.  Some may think of it as not really being that big of a deal.  However, for me, it is another small grasp at holding onto everything Mama represented.

You see, growing up I recall having this huge chopping block that sat on the counter in our kitchen right next to the door.  It was the first thing you saw as you came in and the last thing you looked at as you left.  It was the all encompassing quintessential kitchen addition.  It not only provided the space for that which it was intended for, but it also housed tubs of hot cocoa in the winter and was a drop off for incoming and outgoing mail.  It was the place to roll out dough and a place to drop your keys for easy location.  It was easily one of the most used items in our home and deep within each grain of that wood was a story to be told.  In essence, it was a central hub!

I loved that block and have ever since wanted one for myself, but just never found the time to truly indulge my yearnings….until now.  I think there are things that each of us relates to those that we love.  This chopping block was one of those.  It was something so closely connected to Mama that I knew the time had come to add one to my own home.  For months now I have been on the hunt for one that felt like it belonged in my home.  So this weekend, as I strolled through Sur La Table looking for the perfect fit, I was more than excited to find my own little gem of a  chopping block.

I have to admit, it really is the small things that help us hold onto memories that I feel help carry us through the very emotional journey of saying, “goodbye” while still holding onto that love which we hold so deeply within our hearts.

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