Last Sunday morning, at 3:30am, I dragged myself out of bed, hastily threw on whatever random items of clothing I could find, half-consciously gulped down a cup of tea and drove 10 minutes to the Polish Princess Bakery in Lancaster, New Hampshire. 3:30am? The only reason I’m ever awake at 3:30am is insomnia. WhatContinue reading “Morning at a North Country Bakery: Behind the Scenes”
