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The Model Bakery Cookbook - Karen Mitchell

Text copyright © 2013 by The Model Bakery LLC.

Photographs copyright © 2013 by Frankie Frankeny.


ISBN 978-1-4521-2991-4

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data available under ISBN 978-1-4521-1383-8.

Designed by Alice Chau

Typesetting by Helen Lee

Chronicle Books LLC

680 Second Street

San Francisco, California 94107



The year was 1984, and I was a young, naive, and determined self-taught chef. I was operating a small but thriving catering business, hidden in a back alley behind Main Street in the center of the small town of St. Helena, in the heart of California’s best-known wine region. My landlord, who was both a good friend and my attorney, also owned the building that housed the town bakery. I had long dreamed of owning the St. Helena Bakery, which was operated by a European family. The location, the building, the interior space, and the ovens were perfectly suited to my idealistic aspirations.

When the building became available, my husband, John, and I immediately decided to rent it. I was elated, even though months of hard work lay ahead. I never doubted that we could renovate the facility, develop a new product line, and make a successful venture out of this wonderful old building. The premises had been vacated, and nearly all the equipment had been removed. The only things remaining were two brick ovens built into the walls during the 1920s. Most of the old brick hearth ovens in bakeries in California (and elsewhere in the United States) had already disappeared, replaced with electric convection ovens. I had always coveted those beautiful brick hearth ovens, which were partly baking tools and partly antiques.

The bakery products available in the Napa Valley in the early 1980s were San Francisco sourdough breads, often made from mixes. There were almost no artisan breads. Having traveled throughout Europe, I had fallen in love with European baking and was determined to bring European artisan baking techniques to the Napa Valley—using those wonderful brick ovens. I longed to create naturally fermented sourdoughs and wonderful European-style croissants and pastries. At the time, I had no idea how big the project would become. I never stopped to realize that I now had the only bakery in the entire upper Napa Valley, nor did I dream that the bakery might grow into what it is today.

The hundred-year-old brick building was charming in an old-world way, with tiled windows, high ceilings, and even skylights. Our plan was to keep the historical details intact and create an environment that had the feeling of a 1930s café. At the same time, we had to make the bakery functional and wanted to maintain an open feeling by keeping the two areas, retail and production, visible from the entry all the way to the back door.

Starting a bakery from the bottom up is an expensive and demanding endeavor. Bakery equipment is unique and twice as costly as basic restaurant machinery. I was fortunate that my husband is a building contractor with an MBA, because without his direction, I never could have taken on the renovation. John and his crew constructed the worktables, installed refrigeration and plumbing, updated the electrical system, built the bread displays and cabinetry, and did all the painting. Everything seemed to fall into place, except for one major hurdle—we had no idea how to fire and operate the bakery’s old brick ovens, and we had to learn by trial and error.

Each oven was formidable—approximately 18 ft/5.5 m wide, 14 ft/4.3 m deep, and 16 in/40.5 cm high. The bricks on the floor were set in a bed of sand, and the oven ceiling was mortared into an arch. The ovens were heated by huge natural-gas guns attached to the walls on a swivel of galvanized pipe. Like the ovens, the gas guns with blower fans were probably manufactured in the 1920s. To light an oven, the gas guns were inserted into the mouth of the oven through a steel door. As the gas valve was opened and the blowers forced air in, the mixture was ignited by a propane torch. At full force, the guns resembled giant flamethrowers and made a deep growling noise that shook the windows all the way to the front of the building. The heat was aimed alternately at the center and then to the left and right sides of each oven to heat the brick surfaces evenly.

It was an enormous challenge to figure out the correct firing techniques and the oven temperatures. Our first tries were almost comical, and we had occasional mishaps, such as the time when a flash of flame caught John’s sweater on fire.

We learned that the specially designed heat sink—a 3-ft-/1-m-deep layer of solid dry sand—in the attic directly above the ovens could hold most of the oven heat from day to day. It was so effective that an oven fully heated to a baking temperature of around 600°F/315°C would take three weeks to cool down to 90°F/32°C. Bringing the ovens up to baking temperature took one to two hours. If we baked right away, everything burned on the bottom. As we continued to experiment, we discovered that we could do our baking in stages without having to refire the oven.

First, the sourdough breads would go in, and the steam heat, at full strength, would allow the loaves to rise. The steam, produced from a boiler connected directly to the original pipes in the oven walls, would come billowing out of the mouth of the oven, almost like a fire-breathing dragon. After perhaps five minutes, the steam would be shut off, and the ovens would revert to dry heat, which crisped the crusts of the bread. The aromas were incredible. After the first bake, as the ovens cooled slightly, we could continue with French loaves and finally with our more delicate, thin-crusted loaves. Later in the shift, we would refire the ovens and bake our morning pastries, muffins, and scones. In a modern bakery, the power would be left on all night to heat the electric ovens. Our method was more economical—natural gas being much cheaper than electricity—and the products were exceptional.

During the six months of renovation and experimentation with the brick ovens, I befriended Pascal, a French baker who had worked in a small bakery in southern France from his apprenticeship at age fourteen until he reached the master baker level in his late twenties. He was a huge source of knowledge and practical experience, and all his baking had been done in ovens similar to ours. I hired him, and we began to develop our line of baked goods.

We were thrilled to open the doors just before Thanksgiving of 1984. The interior of the retail area was like that of a small bakery in the countryside of Provence. The walls were golden mustard and the wooden trim a deep forest green, colors taken from the ceramic tiles in the windows (and also from the local wild mustard fields and verdant vineyards). When customers walked in the door, they saw the baked goods displayed in wicker baskets and glass-front wood cabinets. Initially we offered simple sweet French and sourdough breads and a couple of flavored breads, along with some pastries and cookies. A stand-up counter along one wall was for coffee and tea service.

All along, my goal was to provide the area with the kind of smalltown bakery that was fast disappearing, a place where kids would stop by on the way home from school for a cookie, or where a customer could pick up a delicious birthday cake at a moment’s notice. There was a time when every community had a bakery like this, but the convenience of buying baked goods (usually of dubious quality) at a supermarket had lured customers away, and many of these establishments closed. I believed that if our food proved to be as good as I wanted it to be, customers wouldn’t be able to resist.

How the bakery got its name is a complete coincidence. One day during construction, a good friend who had grown up in St. Helena stopped by to check our progress. As he walked through the bakery, he mumbled something like Ah . . . the Model Bakery. We asked him what he meant. He explained that the bakery was known as the Model Bakery during his childhood in the 1930s. We adopted the name instantly.

In the first years we owned the bakery we were still catering, and many of our first customers were the local vintners who hired us to cater events. In this way we became familiar with the new, burgeoning wineries and the people behind them. We experimented with recipes a lot in those days, and we learned by doing. In fact, many people in the town, including Isabel Mondavi (Michael Mondavi’s wife and a member of the famous winemaking family), joined us in baking and cooking all kinds of recipes as we found our way.

Every year the Robert Mondavi Winery organized the Great Chefs of France, during which the world’s most famous chefs gathered to teach classes to their fans. Some of these superstars included Julia Child, Gaston Lenôtre, Michel Guérard, Paul Prudhomme, Jacques Pépin, and Alain Chapel. The Mondavis hired us to cater the breakfast, and I got to attend the classes in return. I would get up at 5:00 A.M., bake off the croissants, squeeze orange juice, deliver the goods, and then run home to change and return in time for classes. Being around these chefs, who represented a level of professionalism that would be the dream of any young baker, helped expand my view of what was possible with my little bakery. Our reputation grew, and we had a lot of chefs stopping by, including Julia (who signed my first edition of Mastering the Art of French Cooking). One time, a couple came in the back door to check us out. They were Wolfgang Puck and beloved dessert cookbook author Maida Heatter. We hear you are doing a great job, Wolfgang said. It was music to my ears.

We were also in on the ground floor of another well-known local event. Auction Napa Valley started in the 1980s and was organized by wine country dynamo Molly Chappellet to promote local wineries and as a benefit for the region’s hospitals. It has become one of the largest charity events in the country, and last year it had more than two thousand attendees and raised seven million dollars. It began as a lunch at Meadowood, our area’s top golf course and a top-notch country hotel, cooked by Bay Area celebrity chef Narsai David. For that first meal for three hundred guests, we filled beautiful grapevine baskets with fresh pâtés, salads, and sweets. We’ve been a part of the auction every year since.

Charitable giving is a huge part of our mission, and we donate to many local causes. Being part of the community is such an important part of what we do, whether we’re supplying bread for school lunches or making iced cookies in the shape of fire hydrants for the fire department. I’ve seen many kids grow up—I’ve baked wedding cakes for the same young women for whom I used to bake birthday cakes. We now hire externs from the nearby Culinary Institute of America at Greystone, who come work with us while earning their degrees. Being part of the community, learning, and giving back have been among the great joys of running the bakery. They are the reasons I have been able to maintain my passion for it.


I am often asked how I got started in the food business. The easiest answer is that cooking has been in my blood since childhood.

I grew up in Portland, Oregon, in a family of good cooks of Norwegian descent. My mother and grandmothers were among the best cooks of their time. All of our food was made from scratch. We grew our own vegetables and fruits, and my father was a serious outdoorsman who fished and hunted. My father’s Auntie Emma operated a prestigious dining room in Portland called Berg’s Chalet, an old brick mansion turned into a restaurant, where James Beard often dined when he was in town (Beard was an Oregonian). As young girls, my sister and I would visit for family celebrations and end up in the kitchen watching the cooks fry chicken and steaks. We especially liked being allowed to make our own icecream sundaes. Emma was a skilled baker. Her buttermilk cake with strawberry cream frosting was featured in the restaurant, and it was the centerpiece of every Fourth of July picnic. I saved her old recipes and continue to use them in my bakery.

Fruit was so abundant in Oregon that it seemed as if everyone was an expert at making pies. On my mother’s side, my Aunt Lou was the town baker in Enterprise, Oregon. She had a baking kitchen in the back of her home, where she produced all the pies for the general store (owned by her sister), the local café, and the lumber mill. In those days, pie was served at every meal, including breakfast. My sister and I would sit on tall stools in her kitchen and watch her work. Sometimes she would let us peel fruit or sift flour. She made little pies for us as a treat. Little did I know that I would someday be doing the same with my own daughter, Sarah.

When I attended Willamette University in Salem, Oregon, I organized Sunday night dinners at our sorority, where I was house manager. It was the cook’s night off and, rather than serve cold cuts, I decided we would have theme dinners, such as Italian feasts and French picnics. Back then, in the mid-1960s, the shopping possibilities were slim, but the sorority girls adored the dinners, and I began to enjoy feeding my friends.

After marrying and moving around the country with John, my Marine Corps pilot husband, I was exposed to many different culinary flavors. We lived in Pensacola, Florida, where I happily ate oysters and Gulf shrimp. We moved to Southern California and I got to know Mexican food. When I finished graduate school in Los Angeles, we decided to travel before settling down. After selling most of our belongings, we flew to Germany, where we bought a new VW bus. Thus began a two-year odyssey: Europe on five dollars a day.

As we went from country to country, we explored the local street markets, bakeries, pubs, and wine bars. We cooked many of our meals in the bus, so I shopped and experimented with

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