If you find yourself in Carroll Gardens between the hours of 9 p.m. and 3 a.m. follow the scent of freshly baked bread hot from the oven to Henry Street. The aroma is overwhelming, and it will lead you to a nearly unmarked door with a doorbell. Ring it, don’t be shy. The bakery is closed, but in actuality, these are the peak hours. A baker will open the kitchen door, and you’ll see racks and racks full of bread and a flock of bakers bustling to make even more. The baker who answers the door will ask you what kind of bread you want and charge you very little. (Bring cash.) In exchange you’ll get a bag of bread and that delicious smell to take home.
It’s been two days since Devin and I did this, and the bag of bread still smells just like the bakery kitchen. I keep going into the kitchen to steal whiffs.
If only I could transport myself from Wisconsin to Henry Street…..although not entirely sure the bread would make it back home. When it comes to fresh bread, I have almost no discipline. Thanks for the vision of loveliness.