Saturday morning arrived with a nearly empty refrigerator. We were out of town last weekend and had eaten through our remaining groceries except for a couple of eggs from Skagit River Ranch and two pounds of coffee.
While I wrote a blog entry, the Butter Bitch walked uphill to our local coffee shop, which sells local pastries from Glorious Goods in Seattle and vegan donuts from Mighty-O. (Mighty-O’s donuts are the best around. Their method of deep-frying donuts explodes the McDonald’s myth that fast food must be deep-fried using hydrogenated oils.)
She returned with a couple of snacks that would fuel us for a shopping trip, and a surprise treat: A scone from our neighbor’s budding bakery.
Lucy’s Bread Box was announced to us via a flyer left on our door a month ago. They have no storefront, no website, and sell their products at two of Seattle’s Farmer’s Markets. Lucy makes everything in her kitchen, across the street and down the block from our house. Her mixer is visible through their window when we take afternoon walks.
The flyer announced to the neighborhood that Lucy would sell any unsold breads or pastries in front of our house on Saturday morning. We watched for several weekends without a sign of the little table that would herald our chance to sample our neighbor’s efforts. Today, we finally got a chance.
The scone was made of corn and dusted heavily with sugar (the flyer describes the offerings as “European influenced”). I enjoy sugar in my pastries (and this was sweet) but dislike eating large amounts of raw sugar. The scone was good in spite of the sugar overdose.
The Butter Bitch had observed the active vegetable garden in Lucy’s backyard but did not meet the Ethicurean nosey requirements–she didn’t discover if the grains are organic or local–but the localness of the food was satisfying. We will investigate Lucy’s Bread Box further and try to discover what she is growing on the trellises in her front yard. (I say corn or peas, but the Butter Bitch says it is too early for either.)
Lucy’s also offers white, whole-wheat and olive bread, rolls and focaccia, all prepared by hand.




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