SUNDAY IN THE MARKET 2 GORGE: Baby's Got Back For Bread-Ache!

I suspect it wasn't because I used the heal of his bread table as my tamale to go place setting, nor the fact, I asked a lot of questions...I suspect it was when I sighed with big relief,

"I am so glad finally not to be waking up at 2:00 a.m. on another Sunday to produce Good Morning America, it's so much nicer to be all local, just another part of the PATCH."

I imagine Keith may have gotten a bit uneasy, had I said it out loud, not just thought it nervously, as anyone who would rather have national coverage on a network news series, but Keith seemed too uneasy prior to my thought bubble- pre-occupied by customers who, he had conceded were even calling him to ask emphatically,

"Don't you run out of bread on me, I am one of your regulars and that's why I have your number! When's the latest I can get there and don't pad it for your extra comfort!!!"

I think he even said something not just imagined by me, along the lines of, "some even can get testy," when he runs out of bread, every Sunday, as he assured me is an issue, and he offers specific breads for Thanksgiving, he runs out of also, but at least he anticipates that too.

He is such a nice guy and so hardworking- he needed me like a hole in his whole rye, seeded or not. I am not clueless in breaking bread with people who'd prefer just a break of any slice, so, I seamlessly segued to two regular customers, Juliana and Tom, who seemed less threatening than doughy-goofy for Keith's bread.

They both said they were there for two of Keith's Thanksgiving specials, Whole Wheat Cranberry walnut and Marble Rye. Then I asked Juliana the question her tee shirt was begging to be asked,

Are those two breads the favorites of Led Zeppelin fans who believe they wrote Stairway To Heaven or disbelieve it? She realized her bias suddenly made her a loaf of one set of taste buds, as she admitted her inclination to believe in Led Zeppelin- her other half was more circumspect,

This is America and we celebrate our differences.

Keith is squeezed between a man of Dutch origin, who sells cheese, and the Hummus brothers, and all three pointed at him and said- he's the bread, money bet.

Trust me- I waited through many customers before even two agreed to say a word...they seemed like Foodies in urgent need of sustenance baked fresh daily.

Rene the Dutch cheese vendor, looked appropriately chagrined when I reminded him, the Dutch invented Reality TV...I vouch for his word and honesty about Keith and his bread.