The Corner Bakery
Few things are more urban than walking down the street to the corner bakery to buy a loaf of bread that came out of the oven just an hour before. Sadly, few of us live in places where doing so is still possible. This post is, at the same time, a discussion of urbanity and a book review. Not a book on urban life, but a cook book on baking bread. The subjects are related.
Jeff Hertzberg, co-author of Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day, wrote the following in the introduction:
I could finish half a loaf of very fresh, very crisp rye bread by myself. The right stuff came from a little bakery on Horace Harding Boulevard in Queens. The shop itself was nondescript, but the breads were Eastern European masterpieces. The crust of the rye bread was crisp, thin, and caramelized brown. The interior crumb was moist and dense, chewy but never gummy, and bursting with tangy yeast, rye, and wheat flavors.
The handmade bread was available all over New York City, and it wasn’t a rarefied delicacy. Everyone knew what it was and took it for granted. It was not a stylish addition to affluent lifestyles; it was a simple comfort food brought here by immigrants.
I left New York in the late 1980s, and assumed that the corner bread shops would always be there, waiting for me, whenever I came back to visit. But I was wrong. As people lost interest in making a second stop after the supermarket just for bread, the shops gradually faded away. By 1990, the ubiquitous corner shops turning out great eastern, central and southern European breads with crackling crusts were no longer so ubiquitous.
Great European breads, handmade by artisans, were still available, but they’d become part of the serious (and seriously expensive) food phenomenon that had swept the country. The bread bakery was no longer on every corner — now it was a destination. And nobody’s grandmother would ever have paid six dollars for a loaf of bread.
St. Louis, like Queens NY, once had bakeries on corner after corner. Today our choices are very limited.
Vitale’s Bakery, pictured above, is one of the few places left in our region where you can buy bread made on site. Sure we have St. Louis Bread Co. (known to Panera Bread to readers outside the St. Louis region) but a publicly traded franchise company, even if local, is not what I have in mind. Of course Vitale’s bread is trucked to our supermarkets as well. Companion used to have retail sales at their bakery on Gustine before they opened high-end shops in Clayton and the Central West End.
Three years ago today I visited one of the few small bakeries built in the image of those from decades earlier:
222 Artisan Bakery on Main Street in Edwardsville, IL is the corner bakery reborn. Here is how they describe their bread:
Our fresh baked breads are crafted in the style of the French masters. We use a levain to create long fermented sourdough and rustic culinary masterpieces. Our breads are started days before they go into the oven using natural stone ground flour and the finest ingredients.
Most breads are ready by 9 am but there are no rules when dealing with naturally leavened bread-some days the dough wants to rest and some days it’s ready to roll. If you are having a party and would like to order something special,be sure to let us know 72 hours in advance so we can get started early.
Sounds good, but I’m not going to drive to Edwardsville IL for fresh bread. Those in Edwardsville are fortunate.
For the last month I’ve been trying my hand at baking my own fresh bread, following the simple process described in Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day.
I learned of baking bread this way after my friend Dustin Bopp posted a link to an article from Mother Earth News on his Facebook wall. Note, if you follow the recipe and use yeast in packets you need to use two packs to get the required 1-1/2 tablespoons.
I’ve emailed with the other author, Zoe Francois. My plan is to make the Mennonite Zweiback rolls like my grandmother used to make.
These were the bread I loved as a child. The last time I tried was 20 years ago. Way too time consuming.  I recall my Mom saying how, as a child of the depression, store bought bread was a luxury they couldn’t afford. Today home baked bread is a luxury we all have time to afford. If you live close to one, please support your local bakery.
– Steve Patterson