Buttercloud Bakery, Medford, OR

Posted on
Oct 8, 2013
Posted in: Food, Restaurants

Rand had read about Buttercloud Bakery online, and decided we needed to go there for breakfast. This might have caused me to squeal a little bit.

I like having breakfasts at bakeries. I like having practically any meal at a bakery. Hell, I’m beginning to think that maybe we should have gotten married at a bakery, but that would have been risky, because I likely would have ran off with a baker, or possibly just a very big cake.

Plus, the name sounded positively unhealthy: Buttercloud. YES. Yes. A good name for a child, if you think about it. “Buttercloud Fishkin.”

It sounds like something from The Hunger Games.

The interior was bright and welcoming, the staff cheerful, the prices very reasonable. The entire place smelled of coffee and fresh biscuits, the latter of which we learned is their specialty, and is the base for their breakfast sandwiches. Rand ordered one, and I decided to follow suit, to ignore the voice inside my head that whispered “Cake for breakfast … cake for breakfast …”.

Rand’s came topped with fluffy eggs …

I got one piled high with roasted vegetables and a side of romesco sauce, because every now and then you need to do something wild and unpredictable, and for me that means eating zucchini.

The biscuits were fresh and light, and to be honest, not all that rich tasting. My fingers weren’t greasy afterwards, and the breakfast didn’t sit heavily in at the bottom of my stomach.

This was, obviously, unacceptable. So I went back to the counter, and looked at what they had to offer. A few beautiful cakes, and danishes and …

What’s this?

Maple. Bacon. Chocolate chip.


“It’s for later,” I explained to Rand, as I cradled the cookie to my chest. And I made it all the way to the car and halfway out of the parking lot before taking a bite.

“Shut up,” I said, in a preemptive strike against judgement, my mouth full. “It’s later.”

Sadly, it didn’t live up to my expectations (though to be fair, how could it?). It was more like a scone than a cookie – far too dry and crumbly, and someone had been a bit stingy with the bacon and the chocolate.

Lesson learned: If you have breakfast at a bakery, just ordered a damn slice of cake.

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  • Gwendolyn

    I was attempting to be healthy on a recent trip to Chicago. Exercise! Farmer’s market! Produce! Then I saw a booth called “Cookies & Carnitas” @ the Lincoln Park farmer’s market….love mexican, love baked goods. The food wasn’t mexican – just meat, but the cookies were glorious. If you guys head to Chicago, FIND THEM. Food porn pic of the day (their maple bacon cookie):
    I bought 1..2….5. I bought five. (ended up gifting two to friends, later regretted it)

  • I was wondering why you didn’t order the cake. It looked absolutely decadent!

  • I love that your posts are so fun to read whether they’re about something far flung and exotic or something closer to home.

  • If and when you are ever in San Diego, you need to check out The Cravory. They also sell all their cookies at farmer’s markets around town. A wee bit pricey for one cookie, but well worth it. I guarantee they will redeem chocolate chip maple bacon cookies for you!

  • Geraldine I’ve just had a tremendously amusing day exploring your blog after a friend linked to your post yesterday (I totally do the same thing when we go out to eat… what if we run out of things to say? What it it’s the end? GASP! Argh, anxiety brain!) Looking forward to checking out more, and keeping up to date with your new posts.

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