Friday and Saturday February 27 & 28, 2004
Tonight’s menu and baking are dedicated to:
It’s two o’clock in the afternoon. I never write the dedication this early in the day. For years I wrote between three and four, then it became between four and five. More recently I’ve been writing between five and six, and on particularly bad nights, not till seven. And more frequently than I would like to admit, for the past few months, weeks have gone by without writing at all. It’s not so much that I am losing my zest for it, or have had nothing to say, rather, I suspect, it has been a change in my work. These days my responsibilities seem to increasingly take me out of town- and often on Fridays. Today I am off to Middlebury, where I was last Friday. For several weeks before that I had been up in Burlington helping build a new oven there. Next week I’m off to California to help with the West Coast Trade Show.
I only say all of this because for those of you who come here and look forward to reading this page, I am sorry. I have missed this writing in the same way I still miss baking (I use to bake every restaurant bread).
I do not know if these few and little words all these years have meant very much to the world. They have meant a great deal to me, and maybe that is enough.
As to the obtuse title of this piece, I thought I was going to write about something entirely different. Words are funny that way sometimes.
Thanks for coming tonight. You guys are great!
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