The best? I don’t know.. but it was pretty damn good.

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As we headed out on the morning of our only full day in Vermont ( 3 days, 2 nights is simply too short a trip) we enjoyed the leaves and the scenery and headed for what I was told was the best bread in the state.

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The Red Hen.

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It’s a bakery and cafe.

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So we sidled up to place an order.

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And watched the pros at work.

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I grabbed two loaves of fresh bread to take home, (a crusty peasant white and an unbelievably tasty lemon rosemary) but had to try a mushroom toasty while we were there as well.

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The husband had some sort of homemade soup I didn’t get around to photographing because my sandwich was simply too divine to ignore. 3 types of sautéed mushrooms with spinach and melted cheese on whole grain bread. Sounds simple but there was an unidentified herb in the cheese and it had me smiling ear to ear.

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Clearly this long armed chicka by the door could have used one.

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Onward….

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27 thoughts on “The best? I don’t know.. but it was pretty damn good.”

  1. As a youngster I lived two blocks away from a Ukrainian bakery. Five nights a week the rye bread came out of the oven at almost precisely 11:00 PM. As often as I could save up 10 pennies I would be at that door at 11:01, and buy a loaf of rye bread so hot it would burn my fingers. By the time I walked the two blocks to home, and scooted up the tree and through the window back into bed, the bread was already digesting. No butter needed. It was the food of the gods, and I would eat the whole unsliced loaf all by myself. I now live 2000 kms away, and I cannot get the bread fresh from the oven, but it is the only store-bought bread I will eat. They still use the exact same recipe now as was used when Elvis was a big star!

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