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0:01
Welcome to bedtime Stories
0:03
for grown ups, in
0:05
which nothing much happens,
0:08
You feel good, and then
0:11
you fall asleep. I'm
0:14
Katherine Nikolay. I
0:16
write and read all the stories
0:18
you hear on Nothing Much Happens.
0:21
Audio Engineering is by Bob
0:23
Wittersheim. My
0:26
book, also called Nothing
0:29
Much Happens, is available wherever
0:31
books are sold. Thank
0:34
you for your support. Let
0:37
me say something about how to use
0:39
this podcast. I'm
0:42
about to tell you a bedtime story.
0:45
It's a simple story, without much action,
0:48
but full of relaxing detail.
0:52
The story is like a nest, and
0:55
we're enticing your fluttering mind to
0:58
settle down into it. I'll
1:01
tell our story twice, and
1:03
I'll go a bit slower the second time
1:05
through. If
1:08
you find yourself still awake at the end
1:10
of the first or second telling, don't
1:13
worry. That's
1:15
a good rule of thumb in general. When
1:17
you're trying to fall asleep, don't
1:20
worry. Relax. Take
1:24
your mind back to the beginning of the story,
1:27
and walk yourself back through the details
1:29
that you can remember, especially
1:33
any bit that felt particularly cozy.
1:38
You're training your brain and body to wind
1:40
down, and the more often you do it,
1:43
the faster you will fall asleep. So
1:47
have a bit of patience at the beginning, and
1:50
if you find yourself awake again later
1:52
in the night, use the story
1:54
again to go right back to sleep.
2:00
Story tonight is called in
2:02
the Bakery, and it's
2:04
a story about a weekend morning among bagels
2:07
and bread.
2:10
It's also about old cookbooks full
2:12
of notes, being
2:14
proud of what you do, and
2:17
a secret ingredient handed down
2:19
from baker to baker. Now
2:25
it's time to turn off the light and
2:28
put away anything you've been working on or
2:30
looking at. Take
2:33
some time to snuggle yourself down into
2:35
your preferred sleeping position. Make
2:39
all the adjustments you need to
2:41
feel your body relaxing into
2:43
your bed. We're
2:47
creating a queue for your body and
2:49
brain, and the signal
2:52
is it's time for
2:54
sleep. Now,
2:57
let's take a deep breath in through the
3:00
nose and
3:03
a soft sigh out of the mouth. Good,
3:11
do that one more time, in and
3:17
out. Good
3:26
In the Bakery. I
3:29
stood inside the front window of the shop
3:33
and looked up and down the street. For a few moments.
3:38
Morning light was cutting through the lines
3:40
of the buildings, and a few of
3:42
the storefront windows were lit up.
3:47
The neon sign in the diner
3:49
on the corner flickered and
3:52
glowed steadily on. I
3:56
knew they'd be down in a few minutes for
3:59
their order of bags, pastries,
4:01
and loaves of fresh sliced bread that
4:04
they'd soon be toasting for the day's
4:06
first customers.
4:10
I dusted off my floury fingers on
4:12
my apron and
4:14
flipped our sign from closed to open,
4:20
unlocked the heavy oak door, and
4:22
stepped back behind the counter. Our
4:27
cases were full of just baked muffins,
4:30
rolls, and loaves. Our
4:33
coffee was brewed, and
4:35
I had a hot cup poured for myself
4:38
tucked behind the register. We
4:41
were ready. Saturday
4:44
mornings were my favorite at
4:46
the bakery. During
4:49
the week customers rushed in and out,
4:53
eager to get their breakfast and their coffee
4:55
and get to work. We
4:59
had hectic rushes and stagnant
5:01
slow times, but
5:03
on the week ends, all of
5:05
us, bakers and customers
5:08
alike were more relaxed. People
5:13
lingered over coffee, turned
5:15
the pages of newspapers slowly, and
5:18
took the time to really enjoy the
5:22
jelly doughnuts and the wedges of coffee
5:24
cake that we loved to make. Each
5:26
day. The
5:29
bell over the door rang and I
5:31
looked up to see the familiar face of a
5:33
waitress from the diner, her
5:36
spring coat pulled over her apron
5:40
hands, ready to receive the tray of goods
5:42
we had wrapped up and ready in
5:46
a hurry. I asked her. No,
5:49
it's Saturday, she said, with a wave
5:51
of her hand. We've
5:53
only got a couple regulars who pour
5:55
their own coffee. Anyway, We
5:59
smiled, Well,
6:01
try this. Then I
6:04
passed her over a slice of still warm
6:06
piscati in a wax paper wrap.
6:11
I'm trying new recipes and
6:13
I need an opinion I can trust.
6:19
She took it gratefully, and I poured her
6:21
a quick cup of coffee to go with it.
6:25
It's orange and pistachio, and
6:29
you might want to dunk it, I said, sliding
6:32
the cup across the counter. I
6:35
don't trust people who don't dunk, she
6:38
observed. This
6:41
is why I'm asking your opinion, I said, tapping
6:43
my finger to my nose. She
6:47
held the slice up close to her nose
6:50
and smelled. She
6:53
looked at it all over, and I
6:55
saw her taking in the ratio of pistachio
6:58
pieces to ribbon of
7:00
orange zest.
7:03
Sometimes when I hand someone a sample
7:06
and ask them for feedback. They
7:08
gobble it down in two bites and
7:11
say it's great and
7:14
move on, which is
7:16
not very helpful. This
7:20
woman knew what she was about.
7:25
She had a bite without dunking, first,
7:29
chewed slowly, then
7:31
thoughtfully dipped it into her coffee and
7:34
took a second bite.
7:37
She looked up at me, ran
7:39
her tongue over her teeth, nodding
7:41
slowly. I
7:44
think the orange should be a bit stronger,
7:48
but the bake is right on. It's
7:51
crispy and a pleasure to dunk. But if
7:53
you want to eat it as it is, it's not going
7:56
to break your teeth like some biscatie
7:58
will. I'd
8:01
say it's a winner, pleased
8:06
down to my clogs, as any baker
8:08
is when something she makes is properly
8:10
appreciated. I
8:13
slid the coffee thermous back onto its
8:16
warmer and went to fetch
8:18
the order she'd come in for. I
8:23
handed it over to her. She thanked
8:25
me for the treat, and we said see
8:27
you tomorrow, and she headed back
8:29
to her customers. For
8:34
the next few hours we had a steady stream
8:36
of patrons. Some were
8:39
regulars whose orders we knew
8:41
by heart, and
8:43
some were new faces who stood
8:46
staring at the cases, biting their
8:48
lips and asking for recommendations.
8:54
We brewed pots and pots of coffee,
8:57
packed dozens of doughnuts into paper
8:59
boxes tied with string, handed
9:04
over plate after plate of muffins
9:06
and scones, and toasted bagels.
9:11
We handed out soft salty pretzels
9:14
wrapped in wax paper. We
9:16
sliced loaves and wrapped them up
9:18
for afternoon sandwiches. We
9:22
put pies into boxes and piped
9:25
names onto birthday cakes. We
9:28
wiped crumbs from the counter and the tables
9:31
and started to deliver the sad news
9:34
that this or that had
9:36
sold out for the day. As
9:40
the day moved on and the bell rang less
9:42
and less, I pulled
9:44
out a few of my favorite cookbooks from
9:47
the shelf in the office
9:50
and poured a fresh cup of coffee.
9:54
I sat up at the counter, where the spring
9:56
sun was shining, and flipped
9:58
through the pages of a book that was older
10:00
than I was, with pages
10:03
stained and creased and
10:05
filled with hand written notes. It
10:11
was a gift from the baker who'd first opened
10:13
this shop, who I'd bought it from
10:15
when he retired. A
10:18
kind man with a quiet voice
10:21
and flower in his eyebrows.
10:26
I remembered coming in for my daily bread
10:29
and one day taking a bite of something and
10:32
saying to him that I could always
10:35
tell his bakes from any others,
10:39
but he seemed to have a sort of signature
10:41
flavor. He'd
10:44
smiled and
10:46
leaned his elbows on the counter, and
10:50
turning his head side to side
10:53
to make sure his secret wouldn't be heard
10:55
by any one else. He
10:58
whispered, cram
11:00
flour. We'd
11:03
been friends from that day, and
11:06
I came to work for him soon after. Looking
11:11
through his book of recipes made
11:13
my stomach grumble, and I
11:16
stepped behind the counter and took a baguette
11:18
from the shelf. I
11:21
sliced off a good long bit and
11:24
slid it open. I
11:27
had a bottle of olive oil, green
11:29
and fruity, the kind that
11:32
catches you in the back of the throat, and
11:36
I drizzled it all over the bread. In
11:40
the fridge, I found some artichow carts
11:42
and a jar of capers,
11:46
and in the pantry a container of soft
11:48
sun dried tomatoes. I
11:52
layered them all over the oiled bread, cracked
11:57
black pepper on top, and
11:59
took my place back to the sunny spot
12:01
at the counter. My
12:05
bread was delicious, and
12:08
I proudly enjoyed every bite. As
12:11
I flipped through more biscotti recipes,
12:17
I took the pen from my pocket and added
12:19
a note more
12:21
orange flavor. Maybe
12:24
add marmalade.
12:28
My next plan was for hazelnut
12:30
and chocolate piscati and
12:33
something for spring strawberry
12:36
and rhubarb. I
12:39
carried my cup back to the window where
12:42
i'd stood that morning. Before flipping the
12:44
sign, I
12:46
looked up and down the street.
12:50
Saturdays were my favorite
12:57
in the bakery.
13:01
I stood inside the front window of the shop
13:04
and looked up and down the street for a few moments.
13:10
Morning light was cutting through the lines
13:12
of the buildings, and a few of
13:14
the storefront windows were lit up.
13:19
The neon sign in the diner on the
13:21
corner flickered and glowed
13:24
steadily on. I
13:28
knew they'd be down in a few minutes for
13:31
their order of bagels, pastries,
13:34
and loaves of fresh sliced bread
13:39
that they'd soon be toasting for
13:41
the day's first customers.
13:48
I dusted off my flowery fingers
13:50
on my apron and flipped
13:52
our sign from closed to
13:55
open, unlocked
13:59
the heavy oak door, and
14:01
stepped back behind the counter. Our
14:08
cases were full of just baked
14:11
muffins, rolls, and
14:13
loaves. Our
14:17
coffee was brewed, and
14:20
I had a hot cup poured from myself
14:22
tucked behind the register. We
14:27
were ready. Saturday
14:31
mornings were my favorite at the bakery.
14:36
During the week customers
14:39
rushed in and out, eager
14:42
to get their breakfast and
14:45
their coffee
14:47
and get to work. We
14:51
had hectic rushes and
14:54
stagnant slow times,
14:58
but on the weekends, all
15:01
of us, bakers and
15:03
customers alike were more relaxed.
15:11
People lingered over coffee, turned
15:15
the pages of newspapers slowly, and
15:19
took their time to really enjoy
15:22
the jelly doughnuts and wedges
15:25
of coffee cake that
15:27
we loved to make each day. The
15:33
bell over the door rang and
15:36
I looked up to see the familiar face
15:39
of a waitress from the diner, her
15:43
spring coat pulled over her
15:45
apron, hands
15:49
ready to receive the tray of goods we
15:51
had wrapped up and ready. In
15:56
a hurry, I asked her, No,
16:01
it's Saturday, she said,
16:03
with a wave of her hand.
16:07
We've only got a couple regulars who
16:10
pour their own coffee. Anyway, Well,
16:17
try this. Then I
16:21
passed her over a slice of still
16:23
warm biscotti in a wax paper
16:25
wrap. I'm
16:29
trying new recipes and
16:32
I need an opinion I can trust.
16:39
She took it gratefully, and
16:41
I poured her a quick cup of coffee to
16:44
go with it.
16:47
It's orange and pistachio,
16:51
and you might want to dunk it, I
16:53
said, sliding the cup
16:55
across the counter. And
17:00
I don't trust people who don't dunk,
17:03
she observed.
17:06
This is why I am asking your opinion,
17:09
I said, tapping my finger to my nose.
17:14
She held the slice up close to her
17:16
nose and smelled.
17:20
She looked at it all over, and
17:23
I saw her taking in the ratio of
17:25
pistachio pieces to ribbons
17:28
of orange zest.
17:32
Sometimes when I hand
17:34
someone a sample and ask them
17:36
for feedback, they
17:39
gobble it down in two bites and
17:41
say it's great,
17:45
then move on, which
17:47
is not very helpful. This
17:51
woman knew what she was about.
17:56
She had a bite without dunking. First,
18:01
chewed slowly, then
18:04
thoughtfully dipped it in her coffee and
18:06
took a second bite.
18:11
She looked up at me, ran
18:14
her tongue over her teeth, nodding
18:17
slowly. I
18:22
think the orange should be a bit
18:24
stronger, but
18:26
the bake is right on. It's
18:29
crispy and a pleasure
18:31
to dunk. But if
18:34
you want to eat it as it is, it's
18:36
not going to break your teeth like
18:38
some biscottie will. I'd
18:42
say it's a winner, pleased
18:47
down to my clogs, as any
18:49
baker is when something she makes
18:51
is properly appreciated. I
18:55
slid the coffee thermos back onto
18:57
its warmer and went to fetch
18:59
the order she'd come in for. I
19:04
handed it over to her. She thanked
19:07
me for the treat, and we said
19:09
see you tomorrow, and
19:11
she headed back to her customers.
19:17
For the next few hours we
19:19
had a steady stream of patrons.
19:24
Some were regulars whose
19:26
orders we knew by heart, and
19:30
some were new faces who
19:32
stood staring at the cases, biting
19:35
their lips and
19:37
asking for recommendations.
19:43
We brewed pots and pots of coffee,
19:47
packed dozens of doughnuts into paper
19:49
boxes tied with string, handed
19:54
over plait after plate of muffins
19:57
and scones, and toasted bagels.
20:03
We handed out soft salty pretzels
20:06
wrapped in wax paper. We
20:10
sliced loaves and wrapped them up
20:12
for afternoon sandwiches. We
20:17
put pies into boxes and
20:20
piped names onto birthday cakes.
20:25
We wiped crumbs from the counter and
20:27
the tables, and started
20:29
to deliver the sad news that
20:32
this or that had
20:34
sold out for the day. As
20:39
the day moved on and the bell
20:41
rang less and less, I
20:44
pulled out a few of my favorite cook
20:46
books from the shelf in
20:49
the office and
20:51
poured a fresh cup of coffee.
20:56
I set up at the counter where
20:58
the spring sun was shining, and
21:01
flipped through the pages of a book that
21:03
was older than I was, with
21:07
pages stained and creased and
21:10
filled with hand written notes. It
21:15
was a gift from the baker who'd
21:17
first opened the shop, who
21:21
I'd bought it from when he retired, A
21:26
kind man with a quiet voice
21:29
and flower in his eyebrows. I
21:34
remembered coming in for my daily bread
21:39
and one day, taking a bite of something
21:42
and saying to him that
21:44
I could always tell his bakes
21:47
from any others, that
21:51
he seemed to have a sort of
21:54
signature flavor. He'd
21:58
smiled and leaned
22:01
his elbows on the counter and
22:05
turning his head side to
22:07
side to make sure
22:09
his secret wouldn't be heard by any one
22:11
else. He
22:14
whispered graham
22:16
flower. We'd
22:22
been friends from that day, and
22:26
I came to work for him soon after.
22:33
Looking through his book of recipes made
22:36
my stomach crumble when
22:39
I stepped behind the counter and
22:42
took a baguette from the shelf. I
22:48
sliced off a good long bit and
22:51
slid it open. I
22:56
had a bottle of olive oil, green
22:59
and fruity, the
23:01
kind that catches you in the back of the throat,
23:04
and I drizzled it all over the bread.
23:10
In the fridge, I found
23:12
some artichoke carts
23:15
and a jar of capers,
23:17
and in the pantry a container
23:20
of soft sun dried tomatoes.
23:24
I layered them all over the oiled bread,
23:28
cracked black pepper on top, and
23:30
took my plate back to the sunny spot
23:33
at the counter. My
23:38
bread was delicious,
23:42
and I proudly enjoyed every bite.
23:47
As I flipped through more biscotty
23:49
recipes, I
23:55
took the pen from my pocket and
23:59
added a note
24:02
more orange flavor. Maybe
24:06
add marmalade.
24:11
My next plan was for hazel nut and
24:13
chocolate piscati and
24:16
something for spring strawberry
24:19
and rhubarb. I
24:24
carried my cup back to the window
24:26
where I had stood that morning. Before flipping
24:28
the sign, I
24:32
looked up and down the street.
24:38
Saturdays were my favorite
24:44
sweet dreams.
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