'Hello,' said the baker.
My brother is a baker.
The bakery… is owned… by the baker.
He is the best baker in town.
A baker is kneading a dough.
He pointed to the baker, the pudgy Nazorine.
The baker emptied several bags of flour into a bin.
Kelli Kirk is a writer, baker, mom and human resources manager.
"See here, Mam 'selle Toad," she added, "on your way back, you will get a big loaf from the baker."
Some people go back to local small businesses: the Asian greengrocer, a Greek baker and a Greek fishmonger.
One day the wicker husband was on his way back from checking the fish-traps, when he was accosted by the baker.
For many purposes all these persons, the miller and baker inclusive, must be placed in the same class with ploughmen and reapers.
The baker, Nazorine, pudgy and crusty as his great Italian loaves, still dusty with flour, scowled at his wife, his nubile daughter, Katherine, and his baker's helper, Enzo.
Next the miller, bringing twelve sacks of grain. The baker made the most extravagant cake; the carpenter brought a table and chairs, the carter a good strong horse.
As long as getting bread is good, why should it matter whether it is because the baker loves me or sees me as purely instrumental to his own happiness?
