I worked at the Dassel Bake Shop when I was in high school. It wasn't a great job, but it wasn't bad either. On Saturday mornings I sliced bread, waited on customers and cleaned the display cases. And always, I ate. People always asked if I got tired of donuts, brownies, etc. Not a chance. I would still do almost anything for a long john from the Dassel Bakery. Unfortunately, that's never going to happen since it closed several years ago. Today, though, I found one lonely loaf of cinnamon raisin bread at the bakery in the Commissary here on base. It even had white icing, which was the thing that separated Dassel's cinnamon bread from all others. I bought it and ate three pieces as soon as I got home (lightly toasted, lightly buttered). It was delicious, but still can't hold a candle to the stuff Chuck and Tony made in Dassel.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
A taste of childhood
It wasn't too long ago that my mom and I were talking about the cinnamon raisin bread we could buy at the bakery in my hometown of Dassel, MN.
I worked at the Dassel Bake Shop when I was in high school. It wasn't a great job, but it wasn't bad either. On Saturday mornings I sliced bread, waited on customers and cleaned the display cases. And always, I ate. People always asked if I got tired of donuts, brownies, etc. Not a chance. I would still do almost anything for a long john from the Dassel Bakery. Unfortunately, that's never going to happen since it closed several years ago. Today, though, I found one lonely loaf of cinnamon raisin bread at the bakery in the Commissary here on base. It even had white icing, which was the thing that separated Dassel's cinnamon bread from all others. I bought it and ate three pieces as soon as I got home (lightly toasted, lightly buttered). It was delicious, but still can't hold a candle to the stuff Chuck and Tony made in Dassel.
I worked at the Dassel Bake Shop when I was in high school. It wasn't a great job, but it wasn't bad either. On Saturday mornings I sliced bread, waited on customers and cleaned the display cases. And always, I ate. People always asked if I got tired of donuts, brownies, etc. Not a chance. I would still do almost anything for a long john from the Dassel Bakery. Unfortunately, that's never going to happen since it closed several years ago. Today, though, I found one lonely loaf of cinnamon raisin bread at the bakery in the Commissary here on base. It even had white icing, which was the thing that separated Dassel's cinnamon bread from all others. I bought it and ate three pieces as soon as I got home (lightly toasted, lightly buttered). It was delicious, but still can't hold a candle to the stuff Chuck and Tony made in Dassel.
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