I had been hearing + seeing A LOT about the new Sassafras Bakery in Worthington, so I just had to check it out last month. A little background info: The baker/brains/creativity behind the bakery is AJ Perry and folks, she is GOOD. The Sassafras story goes like this: Graphic designer Perry began selling baked goods in 2007 at the Gahanna Farmer’s Market with sold-out-style success + then expanded her treats to the Worthington Farmer’s Market a few months later. Keep in mind, she was baking everything out of her kitchen and also note: Making everything primarily by-hand. Fast forward to 6 years later + a ton of hard work and Ms. Perry opened her first brick & mortar shop on High Street + I think it’s just wonderful.
Now, you all are learning (orrr have already learned) that I love me some local + seasonal goods. And Sassafras is pretty much the poster child of the grow/eat/buy local mantra. AJ has been quoted by The Metropreneur stating, “Eating locally isn’t a new idea for me; it’s the way I was raised. Working directly with our local food producers gives me the satisfaction of knowing where our food comes from, and that it is the most delicious and of the highest quality. Shopping directly with local producers is also critical for sustaining our local economy.” Perry has also been noted to grow her own herbs for her food products. I really could go on + on, but I digress. 🙂
Now on to the food. I had a difficult time choosing my goodies once face to face: Pumpkin muffins, donut muffins, pumpkin pie, bourbon pumpkin tart, coconut truffles, quiche, chocolate creme pie, oatmeal creme pies, and pumpkin whoopie pies (just to name a few) were all staring back at me, lovingly might I add.
After some contemplation + letting a few people cut me in line, I had remember to revert back to my roots: I’m a chocolate connoisseur. Sassafras’s chewy chocolate brownie cookies are just divine at $2 each and are so melt-in-your-mouth good, I didn’t make it (driving) a 1/2 mile down High Street before the entire chocolate sweetness pulled some sort of magical vanishing act. I told myself to get a grip because I also had the cutest, sweetest mini apple pie sitting in my passenger seat and it desperately needed to make it home to my husband. So, I calmly moved the pie to the backseat, turned up my music, and put the pedal to the metal. Yikes.
Made it home, safely. My husband and I had a warm apple pie that is just full of delicious flavor and I called it a wildly successful trip to Sassafras. I’ll be back. For more. In the meantime, you can enjoy AJ Perry’s old fashioned apple pie recipe, as featured in Food & Wine Magazine.