A good bakery is hard to find.
I had the wonderful opportunity to work in a bakery when I was 14. It was my first real job. I made $4.25 an hour and I got an education on what goes into quality baked goods. I worked the counter and served boxes upon boxes of cakes, cookies, and pastries to people all day long. It's insane how far people are willing to travel for a cream stick, bear claw, or a molasses cookie.
Needless to say, I wasn't willing to settle.
Thankfully, we live about 10 minutes from an Amish bakery that was recommended by a few of my friends. So, off we went!
The kids had fun browsing the shelves and cases full of goodies. They wanted so many things! It took them a while to make their final decisions, but after 20 minutes we walked out satisfied.
I selected an individual size Elderberry pie and Candied popcorn. Hubs was happy with a tray of Maple Rolls. Turner chose a small tray of Chocolate Whoopie pies, while Lauren opted for Raspberry Yogurt covered pretzels and an individual size Black Raspberry pie.
We just might have to make this a once-a-month tradition.
*I had to limit pics because the Amish do not like to be photographed. As a courtesy to their beliefs, I only snapped a few shots.
Turner was having a huge dilemma about whether or not to choose the chocolate mint cookies. |
Heading toward the whoopie pies!! |
Mmmmmm... PIE! |
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