The Official Dancing Deer Baking Co. Blog

Bright Horizons is always looking to partner with suppliers that share our commitment to supporting children and families around the world. We feel very fortunate to have found a like minded suppler right in our own backyard. Dancing Deer Baking Company, a certified woman-owned, Boston-based business, is just the type of organization we look to engage with. Their strong philanthropic mission and values mirrors our own. Bright Horizons and Dancing Deer both support foundations dedicated to the issue of homeless families and children.

Dancing Deer makes a unique, yummy and beautifully packaged “gift” that we are thrilled to offer to our own employees and their friends and families through our public facing ecommerce site, My Stores at Bright Horizons. We are looking forward to a mutually beneficial and delicious relationship. In this business relationship everyone wins.

Nancy | Director, Supply Management
Bright Horizons

This just in from a new Deer fan in Georgia.  Thank you, doctor, for celebrating motherhood…


This is the first time I have ever heard of Dancing Deer Baking Co. I had delivered these two beautiful babies (twins—a girl and a boy!). Their mom and dad sent a lovely thank you package from you. It was so good, I looked you up on the web and here I am telling you that this was just a small reminder of why I do what I do. I love my patients and I love being in their lives and being a part of such an important part time of their life. I enjoy seeing the daddy’s face as he sees his baby for the first time and getting to hold his baby. I love getting to know my mommies and helping them through the marathon of birth. Not only obstetrics, but in gynecology, I have the privelege of being with women (and girls) of all ages and developing lifelong relationships. All this in a box of cookies!!! Thanks!

This cookie is the core of our wonderful family of baked goods. It was the first (of many) of our cakes and cookies to be honored with the food industry’s equivalent of the Oscars in 1998. More importantly, it seems to be a nearly universally loved cookie, even from folks who swear they don’t care for molasses or clove. It all started with a bakery buyer for what was then Bread & Circus, a New England retail chain and pioneer in the natural foods movement. She requested that we make a homey, seasonal cookie for the December holidays in 1996. We thought it would be good for a month. We were very wrong. It turned into a whole company! But we were really right about something else. In the early days (when we occupied a former pizza parlor with a couple convection ovens) we used to say, “Don’t bake mad it will ruin the cake!” Truly. We translated the inverse of this thought into our whole operating philosophy.

When people are happy it shows in the food.

Send Molasses Clove Cookies today!

I learned about the golden rule from two extraordinary entrepreneurs - my parents. They never used the words social responsibility or philanthropy nor did we have any money.  But every day they made the world a better place through positive and generous interactions with other people and the planet.  And every day I also took for granted that the somewhat smushed peanut butter and jelly sandwich, apple and homemade cookie in my lunch bag was a symbol of my Mom’s great big heart. They didn’t make a big deal about it, it was just normal for them to try to make something right, stretch out a hand or invent something which ought to be.  Among the things they managed to create was a whole industry for recycling post-consumer bottles and cans on an industrial basis.

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From smallest girlhood,
well into teen years,
now with accelerating age,
cookies have comforted me.

My grandmother’s “receets”—
her only tangible legacy—
made chewy molasses cookies
a family legend.

Any self-respecting nutritionist
recommends a handful of oatmeal cookies
heavily laced with raisins
as a healthful breakfast.

Cookie-baking lessons are
the first for young cooks.
Holiday cookies decorated by small,
eager hands are treasured by all.

All chocolate addicts appreciate
that melting madness called “Toll House.”
At desperate times, some of us will
finish a batch from the bowl, unbaked.

Named “biscuit” by our British mothers,
accompanied by tea,
cookies are the highlight of a civilized day
or ought to be.

Children of careering mothers
will settle for an after-school
welcome—a treasure-hunting dive
into the cookie jar.

I’m still wearing on my small frame
the globular residue
of every comforting cookie
I ever ate.

Barbara J. Rios, Santa Cruz, California