After a recent dinner at Holeman & Finch, my husband and I took an after-dinner stroll down Peachtree Road. Just up the block we stumbled upon a sight that made my heart sing.
As we approached the H & F Bread Co., we saw traces of white dust on the pavement. Closer to the shop, the dust formed tracks, clearly footprints. The powdery trails led in every direction, whispers of the bakery’s tale.
As we passed the entrance, the hum of the half-dozen employees inside accomplishing their tasks floated from the open doorway. A collection of rolls and breads of every sort rested on speed racks. An employee stepped outside, the cuffs of his black pants also liberally dusted with flour.
For some reason, the entire scene set against a pink-tinged sunset nearly brought tears to my eyes. The age-old imagery of a warm cozy bakery filled with the yeasty smells of freshly baked bread flooded my thoughts.
Maybe it was the baker in me. Maybe it was the cocktail from dinner. Whatever it was, the sight made my heart happy.
–by Jenny Turknett, Food & More blog
– Jenny Turknett writes about Southern and Neighborhood Fare for the AJC Dining Team. She also publishes her own blog, Going Low Carb.