What happened next was unexpected, I had come to cook with a dozen local food blogger's, which is exciting enough, but it was Rachel's kitchen that moved me.
Just past the well presented retail space is the immaculate bakery production area, (I swear it's the poster child for Health Department's everywhere). The well organized space, both cozy and spacious is stocked with suitable baking supplies. Pristine red pots steam convincingly on the stove, while sacks of flour and sugar slump neatly under stainless steel tables, patiently waiting to be baked into something wonderful.
The kitchen is the envy of any one who dreams of a commercial enterprise and while I stood waiting to start, a feeling of homesickness washed over me.
It's been several years since I closed my own commercial kitchen and the whirl of double stacked ovens set on terracotta floor tiles, tugged at my heart, it was a odd nostalgic moment. I keep in mind the excruciating long days a food business takes, and know the hours are ten times what is posted on the door. I remind myself I'm here for the Cabernet Flour not a walk down memory lane!