Rolls | Wenatchee, WA | 2013

I wandered down the office hallway to find a cluster of galaxies spiraling across the break room table. Homemade sweet rolls, each one a whirl of flavor, a full pan baked with care by someone who … well, I never got their name, just their irresistible offering. Each bite triggered thoughts of artistry in the ordinary. Here was an everyday treat elevated to a sublime level through skill, attention and an appreciation for giving. The baker didn’t just follow a recipe, but had infused these rolls with some intangible ingredient. Spirit? Gratitude? Love?