2 posts tagged “artisan food.”

New day, old complaints.  Yeah, I am that predictable.  I started this blog to write about politics and faith.  I know I've done little more than complain about my job and physical pain these days.  I've certainly had a wealth of that kind of complaint.  So why not share the wealth - right?

More of the same:  My boss is hanging in there for all she’s worth.  She’s working full tilt for long hours.  She’s really tired, and every now and then it really shows.  She’s really workin it, most of the time.  And then her adult kids show up, demand money, insult her and her bakery, and treat her like crap.  Stupid humans.

The elf who ices cakes for me makes it very clear that she only works when she doesn’t have anything better to do.  So she sets her hours and leaves when she wants to – not when the work is done.  Most of the time that is no big deal and I have never gotten on her case about it.  But right now she’s sticking me with extra work, and that’s getting old.  But it is better than not having her there at all.  So I try to make her happy that she is there and protect her from what some people dish out and hope that she sticks around for at least a while.  She has confided in me that her dream job is to make wedding cakes.  Uh, that would be my job.  Yeah.  Good luck with that.

I walked around the counter today and found two signs of interest.  One was “Try are struddel” and the other was “Try are sourdough.”  Kidding?  I wish.  That was our little Beret elf.  She recently used the bakery to make a number of decorated cakes on her own time.  Bakery supplies and bakery equipment.  What a weird little elf.  I wondered if she wanted to be a cake decorator.  Yeah, that again.  Good luck with that.  These people seem to want my job.  I've got this job.  And I don't even want it.  What a wierd wierd world I live in.

Boss Lady hired a kid who must be a family friend or something.  She’s the bare belly elf.  She comes in with tight little shirts that don’t make it down to her belt.  And if it was a nice skinny toned midriff it wouldn’t be so bad.  Then there is the mile of long hair – untethered.  Which is just wrong in a bakery.  But the worst accessory is the vacant look on her face.  She stands at the front counter and yells questions back to the Boss at the back of the bakery.  Right in front of the client.  That usually means she’s yelling over three or four people.  Amazing.  Where do we get these elves?  Hey, at least she doesn’t want my job.  She doesn’t seem to want the job she has either.  Or is that the rest of us that don’t want her to have her job… can’t decide.

And another elf who makes the icing is sick of making icing.  Can hardly blame her, it takes a long time and it is easy to mess up.  She put off making it until I was completely out.  Then we didn’t have the ingredients, so someone went to the store for them.  Then someone else was using the big mixer, so we had to wait on that.  Then it really takes a long time to get all the clumps out, so I had to wait on that also.  Argh!  So I looked for cakes to finish that used other icing.  We had plenty of coconut icing – but all the coconut cake was still in the oven. 

And this paragraph would be about how tired and ouchy my body is right now.  And more complaining because I missed a party tonight because I just wasn't up to going and playing nice.  And fill in the blank with any kind of creative way to say "ouch" and throw in a little pout and that would about cover it.  I bore myself. 

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The cake of the day is a Chocolate Rhapsody cake designed and made by my Boss Lady, assembled by me.  It’s a layer of chocolate cake, chocolate ganache, chocolate cheese cake, chocolate ganache, and more chocolate cake, plus chocolate butter cream frosting.

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  And BL is toying with the idea of having it served with home made caramel drizzled over the top.  Rough life!  Whew!  Yeah, in the process of naming it, considerable conversation was dedicated to calling it Chocolate Orgasm, but BL didn’t think she could say that name without turning pink.  Tsk…  Twas fitting.  Indeed!  So we made the cake, then she cut it for us to each have a slice.  Oh. My. Word.  Yeah, that good!  She'll give away most of it in an effort to get the feedback she needs to either improve or market the cake.  Would be hard to improve! 

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And ok, alright, I’ll throw in another one.  Just cause I think it’s very cute!  I made a special order cake for people who wanted chocolate icing and hot pink polka dots.  The dots are made fairly quickly and easily from fondant and when it dries hard, you can just glue them on with icing.  Very cute.  So after I saw how the order turned out, I quickly made up some white fondant to mix with the leftover pink dots for this cute little cake.  I am very happy with how it turned out, and it sold out of the case today, so I'd say it is working.  We've sold alot of cake this week, business is booming!