Every week during the semester, the college where I work has a window market. At this market they sell fresh baked goods created by the students. I go every week, for what foodie could pass up the opportunity to buy fresh muffins, scones and pastries? Indeed no one at our campus can and items sell out fast so of course I try to be the first one there. Today we braved the bitter wind that was blowing over the Blue Ridge to purchase our usual Thursday treats and because we were early and it was so cold, we were allowed to come into the market early. We stood reverent and patient as the trays were brought out to us warm and fragrant. A rare privilege indeed, some true warmth on a chilly day. I don’t know many cultures that don’t succumb to the charms of baking. Bakery is alchemy. Humble flour is mixed with other ingredients into the most golden and satisfying treasures. It is comfort and patience.