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.
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.
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.
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.