We're a kitchen before we're a bakery — baking in small batches, tweaking doughs, trying toppings. Come along for the messy part: ask for a piece, or tell us what you wish we were making.
Sharp cheese crisped into the crust, crumbled bacon, scallions tossed on at the end so they stay green. Yum!
In Testing
Cinnamon Roll
Focaccia meets Sunday morning. Brown-sugar cinnamon swirl baked into the dough, glaze drizzled warm.
In Testing
Cheddar & Jalapeño
Aged cheddar in the dough and on top, pickled jalapeños for heat that doesn't burn out the bread.
A kitchen, for now.
No storefront, no hours, no menu set in stone. Just a home oven, a scale, and a lot of dough. Samples go out to whoever asks — mostly neighbors, some strangers, occasionally our mothers.
Coming soon to Brant Rock in Marshfield, MA — a block from the seawall, salt in the air, the kind of small New England shore town where everyone waves from the porch. We can't think of a better spot to pull warm focaccia out of the oven.
Ask for a piece.
Pick one that sounds good. When it's in the oven next, we'll set some aside and send you a note.
Tell us what to bake.
A flavor you miss. Something you ate on a trip. An ingredient you can't stop thinking about. If it belongs on dough, we want to hear it.