Alright L.A.B. Rats -
Klecko is off to Omaha in a few minutes to go see his granddaughter-daughter, and then watch my hometown Gophers get rolled over on Saturday when they line up against the Cornhuskers in Lincoln.
I won't be back for awhile so I will leave you with 3 thoughts......
#1
Yesterday I received a question from "A.F." from London Town U.K. -
"Danny, you have had a pretty good week in the media, is this usual, and do you have a favorite story written about you or your recipes?"
Thanks "A.F.", it is not always typical. I do strive to be in the media, whether that's print, radio or TV every 6 weeks.
But like most things you just have to throw a bunch of mud up against the wall and hope that something will stick.
Here is my fave piece ever, this in many regards was my big break in my local community. My life changed after Dara was kind enough to write the following....................
Klecko is off to Omaha in a few minutes to go see his granddaughter-daughter, and then watch my hometown Gophers get rolled over on Saturday when they line up against the Cornhuskers in Lincoln.
I won't be back for awhile so I will leave you with 3 thoughts......
#1
Yesterday I received a question from "A.F." from London Town U.K. -
"Danny, you have had a pretty good week in the media, is this usual, and do you have a favorite story written about you or your recipes?"
Thanks "A.F.", it is not always typical. I do strive to be in the media, whether that's print, radio or TV every 6 weeks.
But like most things you just have to throw a bunch of mud up against the wall and hope that something will stick.
Here is my fave piece ever, this in many regards was my big break in my local community. My life changed after Dara was kind enough to write the following....................
Lord of The Sourdoughs
Saint Agnes, a St. Paul bakery with a charismatic head baker, rises
Saint Agnes Baking Co.
1250 W. Seventh St., St. Paul
651.290.7633 (Wholesale)
In Poland, according to Klecko, on Christmas Eve, the animals come alive and talk to each other. When they do this, they had better have something good to talk about. Like, for instance, how they--be they squirrels, sparrows, or starlings--prefer their baguettes to have whole nuts in them, as well as a little Chinese honey and some olive oil, and ideally some kind of whole-seed crust, be it poppy seed, sunflower seed in the shell, or even just your basic birdseed mix.
"Bakers are supposed to give back to Christ by giving to the animals," explains Klecko. "In Poland, they would tend to do this in the woods. But here in St. Paul, I do it out on Randolph and Snelling, by J&S [The Bean Factory]. You know that place? That's where all the cool people over 40 go. Anyway, this Christmas what I did was I hung all these baguettes covered with seeds and honey from a tree, surrounded it with beast-bread boules, and set the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost out there too." (These are loaves that Klecko freezes, carves with a Dremel tool, decorates, and bakes: The Father and Son are here pictured with him.) "I didn't even tell anybody I was going to do it--I just did it. I finished not too long before midnight, then I sat back and watched. Then I came back at 4 a.m., back at 8 a.m. It was wonderful. At 4 a.m. the guys in orange vests, road construction guys, were freaking out. They thought it was some kind of Blair Witch Project. Then later you'd see what the animals would take, and what was missing. I used poppy seeds for the beard of the Christ, and the animals just go crazy for it, and then for the beard of the father I use coconut, and the animals attack that just as well. So stuff starts to be missing. Those animals were so happy. Basically--well, I'll tell you, even though it's a Polish-type secret thing, that when the dough is mixed, you have to stick your hands into the dough and ask the spirit of God to enter into it, and that activates the Trinity within the bread and draws the birds and animals to it. I made one for my mother, too--because you have to carve an extra Christ for your mother or you're going to go to hell--and she told me the squirrels came up to her on the sill and thanked her for it."
And that, my friends, is Klecko: The head baker and production manager for St. Paul bakery Saint Agnes; the self-proclaimed "Lord of the Sourdoughs." (The first time I heard of Klecko was when he left a Christmas message on my phone machine: "This is Klecko, Lord of the Sourdoughs! I am the Lord! Of all sourdoughs! Call me.") Klecko was born Dan McGleno, but is called that by, apparently, no one; and aside from his sovereignty, he has distinguished himself in my mind as the only baker in town who spends his time trying to engineer breads to please highly specific audiences with highly specific needs, be they downtown sandwich makers, NHL hockey fans, squirrels, or you yourself.
See, you probably don't even know it, but chances are good you already have a favorite Saint Agnes bread. Ever had that beautiful black bread with the raisins they serve at the Saint Paul Hotel? It's a Saint Agnes sourdough. You know the brat buns at the Xcel Energy Center, the resilient ones specially engineered to resist ice-melt humidity and never fall apart? Saint Agnes. How about that perfect sandwich bread from D-Brian's, downtown, the fuel-of-a-thousand-office-workers? You guessed it. (Those, by the way, are special-order "basket" loaves, which are a good twice the size of normal breads.) The big, cushiony hamburger buns at T.G.I.Friday's, the ones that make a destination hamburger? Sometimes, Saint Agnes makes three hundred dozen of those a day. Mystic Lake, Stillwater's Dock Café, Dixie's Calhoun, Maria's Café, Bunny's, Mickey's Diner, Gasthaus Bavarian Hunter, and a hundred more local spots feature Saint Agnes breads. Almost any place where popular appeal, cost-consciousness, and quality meet, Saint Agnes is there.
Like at the Mississippi Markets, or at Minneapolis's Wedge Co-op, where Saint Agnes's best-known bread, the "nasty," is terrifically popular. "As we enter into a new century," says Klecko, "People no longer associate Irish soda bread with St. Paul. My city has formed its own identity, and it's "nasty." [Nasty bread is] kind of like having Dennis Rodman for a stepson--you know immediately if you love it or don't; few people tread in between." Anyway, I had never tried Saint Agnes's "nasty" sourdough, a bread made with a double dose of the sourdough starter that has been bubbling along in a pail on West Seventh Street for some 15 years. The big surprise to me was that this nasty bread isn't sour, biting, or acidic, which is what I expected; it is in fact sweet and evocative, tender and accessible. If it were a cheese, it would be a nice rich Wisconsin cheddar, not a stinky old blue.
1250 W. Seventh St., St. Paul
651.290.7633 (Wholesale)
Diana Watters
The faces of Klecko, Saint Agnes's head baker
In Poland, according to Klecko, on Christmas Eve, the animals come alive and talk to each other. When they do this, they had better have something good to talk about. Like, for instance, how they--be they squirrels, sparrows, or starlings--prefer their baguettes to have whole nuts in them, as well as a little Chinese honey and some olive oil, and ideally some kind of whole-seed crust, be it poppy seed, sunflower seed in the shell, or even just your basic birdseed mix.
"Bakers are supposed to give back to Christ by giving to the animals," explains Klecko. "In Poland, they would tend to do this in the woods. But here in St. Paul, I do it out on Randolph and Snelling, by J&S [The Bean Factory]. You know that place? That's where all the cool people over 40 go. Anyway, this Christmas what I did was I hung all these baguettes covered with seeds and honey from a tree, surrounded it with beast-bread boules, and set the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost out there too." (These are loaves that Klecko freezes, carves with a Dremel tool, decorates, and bakes: The Father and Son are here pictured with him.) "I didn't even tell anybody I was going to do it--I just did it. I finished not too long before midnight, then I sat back and watched. Then I came back at 4 a.m., back at 8 a.m. It was wonderful. At 4 a.m. the guys in orange vests, road construction guys, were freaking out. They thought it was some kind of Blair Witch Project. Then later you'd see what the animals would take, and what was missing. I used poppy seeds for the beard of the Christ, and the animals just go crazy for it, and then for the beard of the father I use coconut, and the animals attack that just as well. So stuff starts to be missing. Those animals were so happy. Basically--well, I'll tell you, even though it's a Polish-type secret thing, that when the dough is mixed, you have to stick your hands into the dough and ask the spirit of God to enter into it, and that activates the Trinity within the bread and draws the birds and animals to it. I made one for my mother, too--because you have to carve an extra Christ for your mother or you're going to go to hell--and she told me the squirrels came up to her on the sill and thanked her for it."
And that, my friends, is Klecko: The head baker and production manager for St. Paul bakery Saint Agnes; the self-proclaimed "Lord of the Sourdoughs." (The first time I heard of Klecko was when he left a Christmas message on my phone machine: "This is Klecko, Lord of the Sourdoughs! I am the Lord! Of all sourdoughs! Call me.") Klecko was born Dan McGleno, but is called that by, apparently, no one; and aside from his sovereignty, he has distinguished himself in my mind as the only baker in town who spends his time trying to engineer breads to please highly specific audiences with highly specific needs, be they downtown sandwich makers, NHL hockey fans, squirrels, or you yourself.
See, you probably don't even know it, but chances are good you already have a favorite Saint Agnes bread. Ever had that beautiful black bread with the raisins they serve at the Saint Paul Hotel? It's a Saint Agnes sourdough. You know the brat buns at the Xcel Energy Center, the resilient ones specially engineered to resist ice-melt humidity and never fall apart? Saint Agnes. How about that perfect sandwich bread from D-Brian's, downtown, the fuel-of-a-thousand-office-workers? You guessed it. (Those, by the way, are special-order "basket" loaves, which are a good twice the size of normal breads.) The big, cushiony hamburger buns at T.G.I.Friday's, the ones that make a destination hamburger? Sometimes, Saint Agnes makes three hundred dozen of those a day. Mystic Lake, Stillwater's Dock Café, Dixie's Calhoun, Maria's Café, Bunny's, Mickey's Diner, Gasthaus Bavarian Hunter, and a hundred more local spots feature Saint Agnes breads. Almost any place where popular appeal, cost-consciousness, and quality meet, Saint Agnes is there.
Like at the Mississippi Markets, or at Minneapolis's Wedge Co-op, where Saint Agnes's best-known bread, the "nasty," is terrifically popular. "As we enter into a new century," says Klecko, "People no longer associate Irish soda bread with St. Paul. My city has formed its own identity, and it's "nasty." [Nasty bread is] kind of like having Dennis Rodman for a stepson--you know immediately if you love it or don't; few people tread in between." Anyway, I had never tried Saint Agnes's "nasty" sourdough, a bread made with a double dose of the sourdough starter that has been bubbling along in a pail on West Seventh Street for some 15 years. The big surprise to me was that this nasty bread isn't sour, biting, or acidic, which is what I expected; it is in fact sweet and evocative, tender and accessible. If it were a cheese, it would be a nice rich Wisconsin cheddar, not a stinky old blue.
Klecko says that mine is a popular misconception about sourdough,
that the point of increasing the level of sourdough starter is to give
the final loaf heft and weight, not bite. It's all about density,
says Klecko. And as he is the Lord of the Sourdoughs, and has been
making breads in the same location for some 15 years, who am I to
quibble?
In fact, Klecko has been working at Saint Agnes longer than there has been a Saint Agnes, because the business now known as Saint Agnes has been around for decades, the whole bakery (buildings, ovens, recipes, mixers, and even some human bakers) chugging along despite various shutdowns or changes in ownership . These days the bakery is owned by Gary Sande and Larry Burns, who have turned the company into one of the larger custom bakeries in town--though I think it would be even more popular if that fantastic Saint Paul Hotel black raisin bread were available in stores, or if another bread of theirs I got to try--a sourdough-based jalapeño/pepper Jack cheese bread--was made into hot dog or hamburger buns. How happy would you be if you could get your Cheddarwurst on a pepper-jack bun? Aside from the fact that we'd have to reinforce the border to Wisconsin with razor-wire fences to stave off the invading hordes hell-bent on capturing our cheese-rich buns, I think it's a clear win-win. I bet these Christmas "beast breads," for the beasts, would go over big, too. I bet if you put ribbons on them, there could be one hanging from every tree in Crocus Hill.
In addition to the black raisin and jalapeño-pepper Jack, Saint Agnes
has a whole menu of other breads they could easily unleash: If only we
all plead enough, Klecko might even introduce some bialys at the
farmers' markets. He's been practicing, and he says a Saint Agnes bialy
rivals a New York one. Does it? Who knows? Let's find out. So everyone,
please, begin wheedling now. Start this Sunday, February 9 at the
Selby/Dale Mississippi Market, where, from 11:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m.,
Klecko will be talking about sourdough, St. Paul baking traditions, the
growing cult of Klecko, and how to engineer a bread to please any
palate.
Just don't tell the squirrels!
The End -
Back when this piece was written, internet didnt have the swag it does today. People read newspapers, and this article ran in our cities local hand out called City Pages.
City Pages crossed every demographic you could think of.......
Rich-Poor-City-Suburb-White-Black-Straight-Gay.......EVERYBODY READ THIS.
And back then, when Dara Moskowitz signed off on you.....it was the equivalent to receiving God's blessing.
I remember the morning it was released, I ran down to my coffee shop to nab a bunch of copies.
I didn't read them upon arrival, instead I rushed home, sat in the living room, and just when I was about to start......that Johnny Cash video for "Hurt" debuted.
As I watched the video (if you haven't you must You Tube it...best video ever) I became emotional as Johnny Cash lamented love, loss and the end of his legacy.
Who would have that......in a weird cosmic way, and you know I'm not new age, but the Man in Black handed the baton to a cocky Pollack baker.
Up in the heaven's it was reported that he was heard saying.....
"Go gettem kid."
That morning was w/o a doubt one of the 10 greatest moments in my life.
This payout for me personally from this story wasn't just the attention I got, but the confidence it gave me, and the platform it provided me to the love that the people in my city have showered me with.
I will always be indebted to Dara for this.
In closing, I don't like to end on a sad note...but.
This photo of me was taken by Diana Watters.
She was a young, cool hipster that came in as Dara was finishing up.
When she approached me she asked if I was nervous to have my photo taken, but then I bust out Heidi Klum runway poses on her and she laughed...and laughed.
Basically I had 30 minutes with her.
30 minutes where this young lady left an impression on me that i remember all these years later, but a couple years later....she died.
I never got to see her (not that there was any reason to) after she took my shots...but I sure would have loved to run into her at a bar or restaurant and crashed her table with compliments.
Sometimes we don't get second chances for that kind of stuff, so maybe that's why we need to express our gratitude and love pronto.
#2 -
I heard the new today oh boy.........................
Hostess has gone out of business.
I had heard that there was a strike going on, but evidently it was worse than I knew.
Nobody in America really eats their products anymore anyways, but if you are 50 or older....
your entire childhood revolved around Twinkies, Fruit Pies, Ho Ho's, Suzy Q's, Snowballs and dozens of other products.
About a year ago when my granddaughter M-Rose was 2 1/2ish, I gave her - her first Twinkie and she gave me a total look of horror....
Who knows, maybe we are better off as a society, but I think of all those jobs lost, and how all the production efforts that once pleased the world, are nothing more than memories.
Take a gander at the following....................
In fact, Klecko has been working at Saint Agnes longer than there has been a Saint Agnes, because the business now known as Saint Agnes has been around for decades, the whole bakery (buildings, ovens, recipes, mixers, and even some human bakers) chugging along despite various shutdowns or changes in ownership . These days the bakery is owned by Gary Sande and Larry Burns, who have turned the company into one of the larger custom bakeries in town--though I think it would be even more popular if that fantastic Saint Paul Hotel black raisin bread were available in stores, or if another bread of theirs I got to try--a sourdough-based jalapeño/pepper Jack cheese bread--was made into hot dog or hamburger buns. How happy would you be if you could get your Cheddarwurst on a pepper-jack bun? Aside from the fact that we'd have to reinforce the border to Wisconsin with razor-wire fences to stave off the invading hordes hell-bent on capturing our cheese-rich buns, I think it's a clear win-win. I bet these Christmas "beast breads," for the beasts, would go over big, too. I bet if you put ribbons on them, there could be one hanging from every tree in Crocus Hill.
If any of my brilliant ideas ever did get sold, you'd probably see
them first at one of the places retail customers can most easily find
Saint Agnes products--namely, the Mississippi Markets, the Wedge Co-op,
or, in the summer, at either of the main Minneapolis or St. Paul
farmers' markets. (When I shopped recently at the Selby Mississippi
Market, prices ranged from $1.39 for a package of six hot-dog buns to
$3.19 for a 24-ounce chewy, intense wild-rice nasty bread.)
Just don't tell the squirrels!
The End -
Back when this piece was written, internet didnt have the swag it does today. People read newspapers, and this article ran in our cities local hand out called City Pages.
City Pages crossed every demographic you could think of.......
Rich-Poor-City-Suburb-White-Black-Straight-Gay.......EVERYBODY READ THIS.
And back then, when Dara Moskowitz signed off on you.....it was the equivalent to receiving God's blessing.
I remember the morning it was released, I ran down to my coffee shop to nab a bunch of copies.
I didn't read them upon arrival, instead I rushed home, sat in the living room, and just when I was about to start......that Johnny Cash video for "Hurt" debuted.
As I watched the video (if you haven't you must You Tube it...best video ever) I became emotional as Johnny Cash lamented love, loss and the end of his legacy.
Who would have that......in a weird cosmic way, and you know I'm not new age, but the Man in Black handed the baton to a cocky Pollack baker.
Up in the heaven's it was reported that he was heard saying.....
"Go gettem kid."
That morning was w/o a doubt one of the 10 greatest moments in my life.
This payout for me personally from this story wasn't just the attention I got, but the confidence it gave me, and the platform it provided me to the love that the people in my city have showered me with.
I will always be indebted to Dara for this.
In closing, I don't like to end on a sad note...but.
This photo of me was taken by Diana Watters.
She was a young, cool hipster that came in as Dara was finishing up.
When she approached me she asked if I was nervous to have my photo taken, but then I bust out Heidi Klum runway poses on her and she laughed...and laughed.
Basically I had 30 minutes with her.
30 minutes where this young lady left an impression on me that i remember all these years later, but a couple years later....she died.
I never got to see her (not that there was any reason to) after she took my shots...but I sure would have loved to run into her at a bar or restaurant and crashed her table with compliments.
Sometimes we don't get second chances for that kind of stuff, so maybe that's why we need to express our gratitude and love pronto.
#2 -
I heard the new today oh boy.........................
Hostess has gone out of business.
I had heard that there was a strike going on, but evidently it was worse than I knew.
Nobody in America really eats their products anymore anyways, but if you are 50 or older....
your entire childhood revolved around Twinkies, Fruit Pies, Ho Ho's, Suzy Q's, Snowballs and dozens of other products.
About a year ago when my granddaughter M-Rose was 2 1/2ish, I gave her - her first Twinkie and she gave me a total look of horror....
Who knows, maybe we are better off as a society, but I think of all those jobs lost, and how all the production efforts that once pleased the world, are nothing more than memories.
Take a gander at the following....................
Your Twinkies may have reached the end of their shelf life
15 hrs ago
If
Hostess workers are made of something other than cream filling, that
Twinkie you're pigging out on right now could be your last. The
embattled snack food company, which saw employees strike on Nov. 9 after
a contract proposal called for an 8 percent pay decrease and benefit
cuts, says it will file bankruptcy papers and begin liquidation if union
workers don't return to work by 5 p.m. Thursday. That puts 18,000 jobs
at risk, to say nothing of the lunchbox dessert options of American
schoolchildren, the guilty eating pleasure of millions of adults and a
surefire defense for criminal behavior. [Source]
Update: The 5 p.m. deadline passed without an end to the strike or an announcement from Hostess Brands. ABC News said word may come Friday morning.
Click to see more on msnNOW.com, updated 24 hours a day.
The End
#3 -
So yesterday I am pulling up to my house, I park the bread truck along curb, and then I saw the weirdest thing.
There was a strong healthy squirrel laying dead at the base of a 70 foot tree.
I was talking to Kim Ode at the time, and giving her the play by play, and she agreed that this was unusual.
I crept closer to the squirrel, because if he would of popped up and yelled "PSYCH"......
I simply would have had a heart attack.
But the squirrel looked so strong, and with what little I know about squirrels, I'd guess he was in his squirrel prime.
The closest branches are like 40 feet up.
So now Kim Ode talk about, discuss the deal, lament a little bit....and she knows I am hours away from embarking on a cross country drive, alone.
And by now you guys know "alone" is not what I am best at, so as we are about to hang up...Kim Ode says...
"Is the squirrel in your yard, or your neighbors?"
"Mine" I answer.
"Well I wouldn't be to worried that....(her voice softens) it-might-be-an-omen."
Click....her receiver is hung up and now I will have to rely on the Saints of Warsaw to protect me.
With that said, I'm out of hear guys, have a good weekend.
I love most of you.
Klecko
Update: The 5 p.m. deadline passed without an end to the strike or an announcement from Hostess Brands. ABC News said word may come Friday morning.
Click to see more on msnNOW.com, updated 24 hours a day.
The End
#3 -
So yesterday I am pulling up to my house, I park the bread truck along curb, and then I saw the weirdest thing.
There was a strong healthy squirrel laying dead at the base of a 70 foot tree.
I was talking to Kim Ode at the time, and giving her the play by play, and she agreed that this was unusual.
I crept closer to the squirrel, because if he would of popped up and yelled "PSYCH"......
I simply would have had a heart attack.
But the squirrel looked so strong, and with what little I know about squirrels, I'd guess he was in his squirrel prime.
The closest branches are like 40 feet up.
So now Kim Ode talk about, discuss the deal, lament a little bit....and she knows I am hours away from embarking on a cross country drive, alone.
And by now you guys know "alone" is not what I am best at, so as we are about to hang up...Kim Ode says...
"Is the squirrel in your yard, or your neighbors?"
"Mine" I answer.
"Well I wouldn't be to worried that....(her voice softens) it-might-be-an-omen."
Click....her receiver is hung up and now I will have to rely on the Saints of Warsaw to protect me.
With that said, I'm out of hear guys, have a good weekend.
I love most of you.
Klecko
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