The Tragically Hip and Hockey. Arguably few institutions are more Canadian than these; at least for this kid, who was a teen in the late-1980s and early 90s when Canadian teams almost always skated home with Lord Stanley’s Cup, and Gordon Downey’s voice seemed to be on every station, always (we only had a couple AM stations in where I grew up). Adding to ”The Hips’” Canadian quintessence was the fact the group was, and remains, largely unknown in the US, while few Canadians who cheered the Oilers, and Flames, and Canadiens to victories while humming “little bones” can imagine a world without their impress. A 50 Mission Cap, though, has nothing to do with hockey, or Bread for that matter. Rather, it was a brimmed hat worn by fighter and bomber pilots during the Second World war, the inexperienced of which often scuffed and tattered their caps to create the illusion that they had seen more action, had more experience, and thus were adequately prepared for the task at hand — as evidenced by the wear and tear of their Cap’s “50 Missions”, or at least allusion thereof. I understand this feeling of insecurity, not to mention the impulse to try to distract when it manifests. In my case, though, the KAP is a pizzeria I bake Bread for, not a hat. And, admittedly, there are still times when I’m about to open the oven and retrieve the Bread I’ve crafted to be shared that I feel sheepish, if not wildly inadequate to the task at hand — perhaps in need of a 50 Mission KAP, or at least a hug.
The Tragically Hip and Hockey. Arguably few institutions are more Canadian than these; at least for this kid, who was a teen in the late-1980s and early 90s when Canadian teams almost always skated home with Lord Stanley’s Cup, and Gordon Downey’s voice seemed to be on every station, always (we only had a couple AM stations in where I grew up). Adding to ”The Hips’” Canadian quintessence was the fact the group was, and remains, largely unknown in the US, while few Canadians who cheered the Oilers, and Flames, and Canadiens to victories while humming “little bones” can imagine a world without their impress. A 50 Mission Cap, though, has nothing to do with hockey, or Bread for that matter. Rather, it was a brimmed hat worn by fighter and bomber pilots during the Second World war, the inexperienced of which often scuffed and tattered their caps to create the illusion that they had seen more action, had more experience, and thus were adequately prepared for the task at hand — as evidenced by the wear and tear of their Cap’s “50 Missions”, or at least allusion thereof. I understand this feeling of insecurity, not to mention the impulse to try to distract when it manifests. In my case, though, the KAP is a pizzeria I bake Bread for, not a hat. And, admittedly, there are still times when I’m about to open the oven and retrieve the Bread I’ve crafted to be shared that I feel sheepish, if not wildly inadequate to the task at hand — perhaps in need of a 50 Mission KAP, or at least a hug.
Ingredients: Organic &/ or Responsibly Grown Wheat Flours (Emmer, Yecorja Rojo) [OR & WA], Water, Sea Salt [CA], Wild Yeast
Ingredient Sourcing: Oregon, Washington, California
PRICE INCLUDES ~3% PROCESSING FEES
