Visions of Pipolinka
The townspeople, deprived of Pipolinka patented bread all winter, pined for their own super dense, nutty bites with heightened effects only the golden goodness of honey could achieve about the surface area. It wasn't until I ventured into the whimsical outreaches of Wakefield, Quebec post spring thaw, did I discover the puff and production of our packed, rich loaves we so hankered for. This new, organic bakery was simple and to the point in their charming moniker:
The Old World/Vieux Monde loaf was the inspiration and while they are much too small to distribute regionally, they are now operational from home base. Owners Philippe and Kalina were spirited by feedback from their creation of Pipolinka bread (a former staple at our health food store). In an effort to deliver quality goods to an enthusiastic clientele, they created more of the same organic goodies and showcased their wares at storefront. Among some of the more ambitious efforts and worthy mentionables, veggie tourtière packaged in cupcake frou, oval ciabattas, creamy cashew wraps, ginger beings and other organic chocolaty cakes, bars and bonbons.
While Philippe operated the ear splitting, cacophonous bread slicer, I yelled for an additional order of loves bites and one black bean empanada. The empanada would be my supper for that evening, a pairing of chocolate and chili, the stuffed pastry was at the expected level of heat but the healthy hippie hug of kale was slightly overpowering.
[Black Bean Empanada with Chocolate and Chili]
Love bites were a date and dried fruit combination, blissfully rolled in desicated coconut. This was the perfect pick-up up. Something I can totally dig and get hung up on over and over again.
And of course there was the Old World/Vieux Monde bread, organic sourdough with spelt, rye, flax and sunflower seeds, a half order was served hot and freshly cut.
Coincidentally, the book store in town was going bust, selling books at $1 a piece and finally throwing boxes out the door for free. The most prominent duplicates and obvious losers were Atkins and the like. No one was taking a second glance because carbs are back in with a whole new emphasis on the enjoyment of life!
Darkest, densest pumpernickel generously primped in organic Morello cherry jam are assigned to my workday mornings, pale, buttery crumpets on a Saturday afternoon but Sunday, oh, my Sundays are now devoted to Pipolinka's Old World and the honey that visits there (hehe!)










