Nice Buns Bakery

Well that was unexpected...

I thought of myself for a long time as a Chef. It was part of my identity, I thought; but i never got close to the "Chef" I wanted to be.

In rehab, a counselor asked me who I am; the first word out of my mouth was Chef. He screamed at me "that's what you do! I asked you who you are!?".

Not long after that, I stopped cooking professionally. I started cooking and baking for my family: the amazing people who take care of me every day. I started looking for myself.

I'm not a baker. I'm a dude who's filled with love and fear and hope and hunger and pride and patience and appreciation and desire to be more of all of it. And I bake. I bake with great people for great people. Thank you to those people. Thank you to for the love.

And thank you to my first employee, the starter, for reminding me every day that I'm not in charge of a damn thing🤓

Now back to trying to figure out this bread thing...

-Mark

Morning groove. New becoming normal

I'm drained. Thankfully, the flour's full of life, though. Kneed the love

Been baking these for the good folks at for about a year and a half now. Still difficult, still satisfying... and they still make a damn fine cubano with them. Just here to say thanks