I'm Dottie. I ran a bakery counter for forty-one years.
I was sixteen when I started sweeping floors at Hoffmann's Bakery. Mr. Hoffmann didn't say much, but what he said stuck. "Cold keeps, wet ruins." I still hear it every time somebody wraps a warm loaf.
In 1971 my husband Clarence and I opened Harlan's Bakery on Main Street in our little Ohio town. Clarence ran the ovens before the sun came up. I ran the counter. For forty-one years we fed weddings, funerals, church suppers, bake sales and every Thanksgiving table for miles.
Folks always asked for my recipes. For years I said, "Come to the counter, I'll sell you one." Then my granddaughter Kayla, who rolled her first pumpkin roll at nine, sat me down with a pad of paper and wouldn't let me up. So here they are, hon. Every one of them.

