With my apron on, like a good BAKER, I wrestle the ROUGH dough with deft movements of my WRIST. Morning light is filtered through the PRISM in the window. I admire the colors on display, like jewels scattered across the wall. Eager for the next step, when I will pull the bread from the hot oven, set it out on the wire rack to cool. That is a moment I love: when I can hear the crackle of a CRISP crust as it cools.

Georg’ann

Interactions characterized by GRACE.
Textured and bittersweet. Nourishing
like the apple cranberry CRISP
we also share, drizzled with cream.

Heather