Three Sisters Divided Over a Limestone Bakery Built in Nineteen Sixty-Eight

I had decided to run the bakery alone as owner, carrying the mortgage on my own shoulders, but I could not do the heavy physical labor anymore.

“How long do you let the first rise go?” Sarah asked, her hands buried deep in the yellow dough.

“Forty minutes if the kitchen is warm,” I said. “But the stone holds the cold this time of year.continue reading …