The red and blue of a neon Open sign stands out well against the gray, rainy sky over Cleveland Heights on a recent weekday. Zoss, The Swiss Baker has called this home for 23 years, and things look to me just as they did almost exactly five years ago.
At that time, I had just started my new chapter in Cleveland, after working as a correspondent for Switzerland’s public broadcaster.
And when in a new place, it can help to find wisdom from people who can relate to our experience.
That’s what led me to Kurt and Barbara Zoss before. The reason I sought out the bakers Zoss again on this day is because they’ve decided to close this fixture of Cleveland Heights on March 30.
It’s a silly mash-up, but one driven by serious impulses.
As a journalist by profession and vocation, I listen with dismay to how some demonize the monolithic ‘media’ with a carelessness that does a disservice to valid perspectives and gripes.
I’ve written before that journalists are servants of the people at our core, and listening, responding to, and engaging with the community is vital even if it sometimes takes great effort.
As an amateur bread baker, I like creating and providing food for others to enjoy. It can be a social act, both the baking process and the eating that follows. After college, I worked in a food co-op bakery to pay for gas in between reporting gigs — you could say the two things were entwined from the start.Continue reading “Baking and breaking bread in the ‘War on Media’”