Honoratus of Amiens (who died in 600) . The Feast Day is May 16th but no matter.
The nice woman at Jean-Marc Chatellier Bakery in Millvale said “Saint Honoré” when I asked.
Here he is, carved from wood, with his bread peel with some sheafs of wheat, watching over the baker
August 2 is the last day before the bakery goes on vacation. We just made it on our way to the Children’s Museum.
Saint Honoré at the French Bakery in Millvale
More than a decade ago I saw a show narrated by Rick Sebak on PBS about Oram’s Bakery in Beaver Falls, PA. Beaver Falls is about 35 miles Northwest of the city and is on the Beaver River. ( I just looked it up and the show was out in 1999)
Their cinnamon rolls are their most popular donut, and they appeared to be the size of dinner plates. Well, at least a luncheon plate. I am sure each one weighs a half a pound.
I’d always intended to go check them out.
Today I did.
They barely fit in the bakery box.
I bought a seventh cinnamon roll for me to eat for lunch and Josh put it in a white paper bakery bag for me.
Here is Josh graciously posing for me with the box of the donuts. Thank you Josh.
I was going to take the box to Ohio but the car was so hot that when I was at the Beaver Falls Post Office I saw a woman waiting in a car, so I asked her if she liked Oram’s donuts and she said yes so I went to the car and gave her the box. She was most appreciative.
Nicole is constructing boxes to hold donut orders.
Josh and his brother built this LEGO® donut bakery. They sent a design to a company online and they sent the design kit to build, software is involved. It’s on display in the bakery and I found it fascinating.
A lot of details. This is the front of the bakery.
Love the LEGO® donuts
Oh yes, I mentioned that Beaver Falls is Football Hall of Famer Joe Namath‘s hometown so I found the plaque to him by the library(the library is closed on Friday’s :-( ) I drove by the Beaver Falls Senior High School but it is a modern one now and so I figured the old one must be the Middle School next door.
My friend Gail and her parents took me to see the JETS play in the late sixties and you know who the quarterback was in that game!
A bolt of lightning knocked out the internet so blogging from my phone
Rhubarb says Spring to me.
When the three kids were younger, we’d pile in the car and drive 7 hours to New York City to visit my sister. I’d park in the lot by the pier on the Hudson and we’d make our way up the five floor walk-up to her apartment. Everyone would be asleep on the floor camping out and in the early morning, Aunt Mary would walk to Zito’s Bakery on Bleecker Street, come home with warm loaves. She’d have the butter out and a jar of her homemade strawberry rhubarb preserves. She’d slice the bread on a wooden board. That’s what the kids woke up to – warm bread and butter and strawberry rhubarb preserves-
Berenice Abbott took this photo of Zito’s in 1937.
Today I went to the Farmer’s market on the South Side and bought two bunches of rhubarb and fresh picked strawberries. I was trying to remember the method and chopped the stalks in one inch pieces, put them into a large enamel kettle and sprinkled with sugar to sit.
The loaf from the Farmers Market on the bread board, a gift from my sister.
Before Matthew was born and he’s 33!
Kids grown up and gone but tonight as I taste the strawberry rhubarb preserves, I remember.
P.S. And to answer your question Mary, on the card-
I did get that assistantship and that’s how I was able to get hired at Pittsburgh Public Schools in 1989!
P.P.S. Zito’s is gone now.
Pot of Chili
Snow Yard from the Kitchen
Carnegie Music Hall Pittsburgh PA
Center for the Arts Wedding – Marc and Roberta
Detroit Artist at Mattress Factory
We made an evening run for me to pick up something at Target. Little plastic containers for soup.
On the way to the parking lot, Steve asked me if I could drive by his work so he could get something he left there.
Someone had brought two delicious French pastries from La Gourmandine Bakery as it turned out.
He brought out the box and opened it in the car and there they were. Two lovely pastries.
When we got home, I cut the raspberry one in half and ate it, intending the other half for him later. Ooops. I ate the other half too. Here is the description on their website
Tartelette aux Framboises
(shortbread crust filled with baked almond cream and topped with fresh raspberries) and the description of the
chocolate one courtesy of baker Lisanne
in the box so glad he remembered they were at work and they didn’t go to waste! Happy to swing by and pick these up.
Making the theme last all week? I photograph a lot of windows.
St. John’s Chrysostom Byzantine – Columbus, Ohio- St. Olga Window
Merry Christmas Window Pittsburgh PA
Brooklyn Bridge from Jane’s Carousel Dumbo, Brooklyn NYC
Franklin Conservatory Columbus Ohio
University of Pittsburgh Cathedral of Learning on the Horizon from Arlington
Freedom Tower from my sister’s apartment window
Graduation Party Window
Oakmont Bakery Oakmont PA
Bus Window on Field Trip
from last summer when I visited my sister
My mother was into homemade whole wheat bread with wheat germ added. She’d scald milk, boil water, crumble a cake of yeast. Knead and knead, place it in an oiled bowl, cover with a tea towel, let rise, punch it down, rest – then shape the loaves.
Let them rise again. this time in battered aluminum bread pans covered lightly with waxed paper.
The aroma filled the house and after it was baked we’d eat a slice with butter and honey when it was still warm.
What I would give to have my mother make a couple of loaves again, turn them out of the greased bread pans. Saw off a slice with a serrated edge.
But when I was a kid, I saw a big white truck with red and yellow and bright blue balloons all over it. WONDER BREAD. I wanted my mother to buy WONDER BREAD. I’d eaten it somewhere and was fascinated you could roll it into a ball! Hard to believe but true. I begged my mother to buy WONDER BREAD. Oh how I longed for the colorful balloons on the wrapper.
Embarrassing to admit, but true.
She never did.
Two friends from work (JS) and (MK) alerted me it is National Donut Day. Or is it Doughnut?
It is the 75th one so where have I been all these years?
I usually get that kind of info from Foodimentary blog and he is saying it is National Doughnut WEEKEND!
The Weekly Challenge came in this afternoon that you must take the photo TODAY so I shot a few photos of the Highland Park fountain in the rain on the way home from school and the lawn ball in the garden with water drops for today’s post of TODAY
and then my friend Steve came home with a chocolate donut he had gotten for FREE at the Giant Eagle. Can you believe it ?
And he offered it to me.
So of course I took that donut and unwrapped the wrinkled bakery tissue from the sticky frosting (humidity is high high high today) and put it out on the front porch ledge and started to shoot away. I did take a bite out of it for photographic purposes. Honestly, they don’t make donuts like they used to back when I was a kid………… The peeling paint on the stone ledge adds a lot to the photo in my opinion.
(If I were to eat a doughnut it would be without chocolate frosting)
Pasticceria Rocco. 243 Bleecker Street. When Mary and I had our hot cross buns and cappuccino, this nice young man gave me a detailed tour of the pastries in all the glass cases. He knew I was from out of town. When we returned the next evening he was there and I asked if I might take his photo. He reached for the loaves (Egg Bread and Panettone) and was an enthusiastic subject. Friday, the devout are fasting and not considering eating the delicious breads until Sunday but you should have seen the Egg Cookies being wrapped up in white boxes and tied with string, flying out of the place! The Struffoli looked enticing, too.
Click blue link for information on DOZEN bakeshop in Oakland and Lawrenceville open Super Bowl Sunday 9-12 with special Black and Gold treats.
Rotary Egg Beaters
My mother had one
I think I did, too.
You can probably still buy one.
it wasn’t always a smooth operation.
The beaters got out of line.
And are cupcakes “hot” where you live?
Near my sister’s house the line is around the corner-
It was a really hot day Friday. Standing at the PNC MAC machine, I looked to the left. A rack of pies, an open truck, Margi the owner of old fashioned, classic, timeless Schorr Bakery – “Be Sure At Schorr’s” it says at the top of the card. She was wheeling the rack into the bakery with the pies. No website or link to send you to yet. 433 Perry Highway 412-931-0653. Schorr’s.
Different regions prefer certain pastries, baked goods. Burnt Almond Torte is popular in Pittsburgh. I’ve seen it as a wedding cake. tiered! Who brought the recipe here I don’t know but many Pittsburghers LOVE it. I’d never tasted one until we moved here. This one is from the Oakmont Bakery. Joan brought it to dinner one night. We split it three ways. Don’t know who ate the cherry. Not me. But before we devoured it, I photographed it. Here is a link to the Recipezaar Copycat Prantl’s Burnt Almond Torte recipe in case you want to have a taste of Pittsburgh Pastry/Dessert. I hear there’s one where chocolate is involved.