Spring has sprung; the grass is riz; I wonder where the birdies is.
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring – When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; the glassy pear tree leaves and blooms, they brush the descending blue; that blue is all in a rush with richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling. The bounty of the season is in our gardens, at our markets and on our doorsteps.
As a luscious spring unfurls before us, we have, once again, joined the wonderful community gathering that is the Fort Bragg Farmer’s Market. Join us outside on the 400 Block of North Franklin Street every Wednesday afternoon from 3-6PM. In addition to joining the farmer’s market circuit here on the north coast, we will continue supplying our local markets, cafés, and delis with our tasty treats, both savory and sweet.
As time goes by and our presence expands, it’s you we have to thank. We’re so grateful for the show of support both in and outside of our rural abode here on the coast. Every day we’re afforded the privilege of interacting with our community, conscientiously growing and sourcing amazing ingredients, and transforming said ingredients into tasty treats is a reminder of how fortunate we are to have such independence.
Thanks for reading!
Mendocino Baking Company
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Yet another season of markets has come to a close, and what an amazing year it’s been! The trees bend to left and right across the lines of straighter darker trees. They click upon themselves as the breeze rises, and turn many-colored as the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Leaves are all dead on the ground, save those that the oak is keeping to ravel them one by one, and let them go scraping and creeping when others are sleeping. As the days grow shorter and the warmth of the day dissipates, so do the outdoor farmer’s markets seek refuge from the elements and move indoors for the latter portion of the autumn season and coming winter months. We look forward to this season of raindrops falling free from skies of cloudy gray, admiring each that comes to rest upon our faces, promising the unveiling of lucid petals flowering forth sweet nectar when the silvery winter melts into spring. When the season of new beginnings comes back around, we’ll return with it and all of our lovely outdoor farmer’s markets!
We will, similarly, be seeking shelter and hibernating through the winter months instead of attending the winter markets. Though we’ll be absent, we welcome any and all orders or special requests you may have. Please feel free to contact us at 707-472-6291 or send us an email at email@example.com. We will deliver on Tuesday and Thursday in Mendocino between 12-12:30PM on Little Lake Road across from Zo’s just down the street from Mendosa’s, and in Fort Bragg between 1-1:30PM on the corner of Franklin Street and Laurel Street by the City Hall building. We’ll be baking Monday-Thursday and are happy to fill all of your requests, so don’t hesitate to contact us!
Although we won’t be in attendance, please don’t hesitate to attend these wonderful community markets that provide fresh, organic produce and a plethora of delicious local goods every week. You can find the Caspar Farmer’s Market every Monday from 4:00-6:00PM in the Caspar Community Center, and the Fort Bragg Farmers Market every Wednesday from 3:00-5:00PM in the recreation gym at 213 Laurel St. just around the corner from City Hall. We’re sure you’ll discover and enjoy a bounty of amazing products at every market. For now, live in each season as it passes; breathe the air and taste the fruit! Thank you for all of your support! We couldn’t do any of this without you!
-Mendocino Baking Co.
Memorial Day: a time enjoy life and appreciate the many privileges we’re all afforded in our lovely land. But more importantly, a fleeting period of time that serves as a reminder for each of us to pause, to remember, and to reflect on our surroundings; everything we’ve lost and everything we’ve gained. Set aside a moment over the next few days to remember those who lost their lives defending our country; remember those who served and came out of the trenches as writers, teachers and mentors, who started preaching peace, men and women who have made this world a kinder place to live.
The beautiful spring has sprung, the grass is rizz and Nature has resumed her loveliness.
Winter has tip-toed out of the back door and the bounty of the new season is in our gardens, at our markets and on our doorsteps. The days are growing longer, the sun is shining, and with these bright blessed days comes blue skies and white clouds o’erhead.
2015 is off to an exciting and wonderful start and we see only progress and further fun ahead. Life is in bloom and a new season of markets is upon us. Off the Grid: Picnic at the Presidio, a lovely San Francisco market held every Sunday from 11:00-4:00 on the Main Parade Ground Lawn in the Presidio, has officially returned, and we couldn’t be happier. If you find yourself in the Bay Area and are in need of a lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon, look no further than this fantastic gathering. Come out to say hello, enjoy a bounty of Bay Area food, and enjoy the surroundings of the Presidio and the Golden Gate.
We’ve been fortunate to have a hearty handful of lovely people stop by to enjoy our goods this season, and we’d like to thank everyone who has made it out so far. We couldn’t be happier with the turnout and it’s thanks to all of you picnic goers and market attenders that these amazing community events not only exist, but thrive. Thank you so much! We look forward to seeing new and returning customers alike in the future!
The beautiful people at Off the Grid: Picnic at the Presidio!
The rooster crows and my eyes blink open. I leap forth from my slumber and shudder away all remaining tethers to sleep. I step outside into the brisk morning air and listen to the sounds of animals stirring. I move swiftly by vibrant petals flowering forth sweet nectar on my way to the growing field. Zucchini, carrots, fava greens, arugula … I go over the harvest list in my head. As the sun moves slowly overhead, I dig my hands into the earth, and reap the benefits of planting and patience. I harvest produce; I feel at home as I breathe in the salty coastal air and prepare for the bake day ahead. From the field, I make my way to the pallet barn of chickens to collect eggs from all of our hardworking girls. Once I’ve exhausted my resources, I lay out my veritable gold mine of farm freshness on the counter, nestle myself deeply in the kitchen and begin baking. Moving from the field to the bakery, my world quickly shifts from trowels and soil to whisks and flour. Surrounded by measuring cups, timers and a plethora of ingredients, precision and patience take center stage. Once my baking concludes, I embrace the process of cleaning and organizing my environment, leaving the kitchen to rest, just waiting for the following day of cooking and baking. The culmination of my efforts with the oven: to bring the product to the local farmer’s market for the public to enjoy. Socializing and interacting with the eclectic food culture and community is the perfect end to the three-tier procedure of gathering ingredients, baking them into sweet and savory treats alike, and interacting with the community.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety
This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.
Live life. Love life.