02/24/2026
I’ve always said… if you work with your hands long enough, you stop pretending there’s a line between the mundane and the magical.
When I make pane bianco, I’m not just following a recipe. I’m in it. Hands in the dough, feeling it change, feeling it come alive. You work it, and you know it’s going to rise. You can feel it before it ever does. And the more you tend it, the better it becomes. There’s something honest about that.
Also… kneading dough is way cheaper than therapy, and arguably just as effective.
I pour love into it. Not in some fluffy way… in a real, intentional way. Protection too. Because feeding people matters. Cooking for the people you care about matters. Sitting at a table, passing food, watching someone take that first bite… that’s real. That’s connection. That’s as close to sacred as it gets.
And yeah… I enchant the ingredients.
The herbs, the tomatoes, the spices. All of it.
Each one carries its own nature, its own use. Garlic for protection. Basil to keep the mind clear and push out what doesn’t belong. Tomatoes, warm and grounding. Even the bread itself… something that rises, expands, becomes more than what it started as.
But I also shape it with purpose.
That form you see? That’s not random.
It’s a loop. A return. A crossing that feeds back into itself.
For me, it means this: all things return, revisit, refresh.
What we give, we see again. What we send out finds its way back. What feels worn can be renewed. And the connections we build—if we tend them right—don’t break, they circle back stronger.
So that becomes the working.
Not just food… but connection.
Because it’s never just about what’s on the table… it’s what happens around it.
The meaningful conversations. The heavy ones. The hilarious ones that come out of nowhere. The moments where people actually hear each other. That’s where understanding grows. That’s where relationships take root. That’s where people get built back up a little at a time.
Also… if someone cries at the table, just pass the bread and pretend you didn’t hear the life confession. It’s fine. This is fine.
Making and sharing food creates memories. It opens doors. It gives people a reason to sit down together and stay a while.
And that’s also why we do what we do beyond the shop.
Our Coexist family believes in feeding people who need it too. Supporting our local homeless isn’t separate from this… it’s part of the same work. Same table, just bigger.
There are plenty of good recipes out there. I keep mine solid but honest… a little Italian sausage, good Italian cheeses, fire roasted tomatoes, garlic, onions, and a bit of kale for real nutrition. Finished with basil… and yes, I work intention into that too.
Because at the end of the day, it’s still just bread.
But also… it’s not.
It’s something made by hand, shaped with purpose, and shared with people who matter.
And that’s always been a kind of magic.
And truthfully… that’s what we’re about at Coexist - The Alternative Path.
Connection. Real moments. Real people. A place where you can walk in, be yourself, and feel like you belong.
If you’re nearby, come see us.
Stay humble. Stay magic.