Lunch with Swift

Roaming southern New Hampshire's Monadnock Region and beyond — visiting unique places and tasting the local flavor..

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The Crow Bakery, Proctorsville, VT

What is an SOS sandwich?  We will get to that later, but first,






This is really the name of this sandwich I ordered at the Crow Bakery in Proctorsville, VT.

Just before scene in this picture, I had carelessly knocked a potato chip on the floor.    In bending over to pick it up, I hooked the plate with my bulky ski garb and the whole dam
plate edged over the table and  hit the ground.

We had just finished skiing at Okemo in Ludlow Vermont on some of the best snow in the best winter in memory.  This reminds me that as we were riding up on the Okemo heated seat bubble chairlift (what’s that you ask? the future, I answer. We were talking about fine wine.  I have to say that this winter of 2015’s snow is like the finest wine.    Basically, it is perfect.  Powder, or packed powder, no ice.  Fabulous.

Thanks to the speedy 6 person bubble lift, by 2 pm we had had enough skiing and were ready for a good lunch.    Who knows how much vertical drop you can ski when you can go up and down so fast but it is alot.  Someone said we have to check out the Crow Bakery.     Indeed it was worthy of a slight side trip.

20150225_134104 This is the beautiful interior of the place.  It is a bakery with all of the most creative pastries and breads you could imagine.  There were 5 of us men coming in from the cold.   Micheal, David, Craig, Daniel and I took a seat at this table.    Nothing quick about this place, but we were not in a hurry.  We were in the playing hooky from work with a just-left- it- all- on- the- mountain-mood.    So we settled in and took in the light and warmth of the place.

David said it reminded him of Howard Frank Mosher an author of fiction often set in the Northeast Kingdom.

Walking to Gatlinburg,   Disappearances  I can recommend these two books if you are in the mood for some goofy and fun stories about backwoods Vermont.     If you read them you won’t forget them soon.

I got this reference,  there is nothing artificial in the place. It is very well kept and respectful of the village setting.    There are more places like this in Vermont and New Hampshire than in many places of the country.  It is one of the things that makes the towns we live in special and unique.    Here the decor set the tone, the food lived up to the place it was being served.     One fellow, Micheal had a vegetarian Chili with grated and melted Vermont Cheddar on top.   He is normally full of things to say and a great conversationalist.  He was silent.  That is saying something.  There were three Cubans that came to the table–  sandwiches that is– and no complaints.  Just Ahhs.

And my SOS. A Ham Panini with apples and melted cheese. The floor was so clean, I picked it up and ate every morsel, pickle and chip.  I did not actually call out for an SOS for my SOS.  I shut up and ate it.  Before leaving (reminds me of leavening) we got chocolate chip cookies and some loaves of bread.

We lingered over lunch and then ambled back to NH  in the bright afternoon sunlight to finish our day of hookey.    When we came to our original meeting place to go our separate directions, we knew we had had the privilege of an excellent winter day.    We reluctantly parted.


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Katie’s Kitchen, Wolfboro, NH


Hello again folks.

It was 18 below when we left the house at 3:50 in the morning.  Beth was headed to points west and warmer climates.  I volunteered to keep the fires burning literately because this endless winter was making no promises when it might warm up.    So it was off to the airport for me to drop her off for an early morning flight.

We drove through the cold black morning and parked at the Southwest curb.  With goodbyes, off she went.  There I was alone at the Manchester airport with white clouds of exhaust out my tailpipe thinking on one hand about her safe travels and on the other breakfast.  It was 4:50 am.    I decided it would be a good day for a run up north to visit an ongoing project up there.  I yelped Wolfboro, a town I knew along the way.

Top of the list was Katie’s Kitchen.  I hit the navigate to and took off.    The sun rose as I crested the hill in Chichester.   The big white farms and church there were lit up all white with a quick dash of pink.  From every house an aggressive plume of smoke that rose straight in the calm morning.

I have made the drive up to this are a number of times now and it seems to get shorter and shorter.  The landmarks along the way have now blured into several long dashes but the Chichester hill always remains distinct at all hours of the day.   And as I rolled north I knew breakfast was getting closer.

I pulled into the parking lot of a strip mall east of Wolfboro and didn’t immediately see Katies Kitchen.  It was 6 am and there was an open sign and lights on.  I walked through the door and there were a few other early risers in the place.  Inside it was well lit.  I went straight up to the counter and sat down at a stool.    A nice lady said what will you be having like I was a local.  Then she said cold out there, you working outside?  Putting it off? Yes and yes.  It smelled great in here.  Probably has been like this for all of its thirty years.  Except at one time people could have smoked and they don’t now.  What will you have, eggs?   I think this was Katie herself asking.

Yes, I’ll have the bacon and potatos, too.

I would say with some quick conversation and some  zip zip sound effects like you might have in a schlocky karate movie, breakfast was in front of me -steaming.   There has to be a word better than fast because as adjective, that is an understatement.    The question might have been what was the hurry?

I lingered a bit over black coffee and good breakfast and then asked about a blueberry muffin.  You bet they just came out of the oven.  Another zip zip and one was wrapped up for the next leg of my trip.   And off I went, to Freedom, NH.    Katie’s Kitchen is a great place and a little hard to find  without assistance if you are not a local.  Yelp it, you will go right to it.

Homey, pleasant, tasty and surprising in a little strip mall.