And So It Goes...

Wednesday, due to the malasada-sleep-disruption, brought fun in the form of long hours of work on few hours of sleep. What a privilege! Shawna, ever industrious, chose to maintain her day job until the bakery is more established. So, Wednesday, after initial delivery of Tuesdays goods, Kindra was elected boss in charge of all things kitchen-wise. Thankfully, Kindra was an adept baker―she was familiar with the recipes and knew what came next. She ordered. Minions obeyed. All went grandly.

Highlights:

Spatula Debacle
"I'm sorry." Said Kindra. "I don't mean to sound bossy." Her diffidence appeared. But she had been a super boss so we consoled her. Each day her confidence grows.

From 3am until 5pm baking persisted. Monotony did not. Interjections of excitement were added to the baking rite and ensured monotony's absence.

Kindra, a believer of employee empowerment, had given her minions charge of the concoction of sugar-cookie crust. The minions, not familiar with the nuances of a KitchenAide, poked and prodded the machine as a tamer with a lion. Ere long the mixer turned calmly and they spooned the dough from the bowl walls as it turned. The endeavor appear a victory.

"We need to turn it up to get everything mixed in proper like." Said minion #1.

"How do I do that?"

"With the lever on the left hand side."

"Ah! I see! Okay here goes." Fearless minion #2 pulled the lever toward himself. The mixer sped up slightly.

"Oh no! My spatula!"

"Shut off the mixer!" Minion #1 gestured wildly toward the mixer... and everything within twelve feet. Very helpful.

Minion #2, though, grasped the idea quickly and pulled desperately on the speed lever. His anxiety had apparently clouded his judgement for the mixer immediately revolved at a dizzying speed. The spatula was sucked from his hand and thrown from the bowl. The projectile streaked across the kitchen, a doughy goo in its wake.

"Oh no." Minion #2 pouted as the mixer was finally brought into subjection. "That was not what I was going for."

"No kidding." Minion #1 agreed. "Lemme Finnish this."

Minion #2 acquiesced.

Go get... and another thing... and one more thing...
More goods and supplies were needed soon after baking began.

"Kenny, we need more brown sugar. And while you are at the store..."

A list being properly dictated, Kenny left for the store. Once he had obtained what was needed, he returned. On his return he was met with one more item his original list lacked. Back to the store he returned. His second return from the store offered him a slight respite from travel―about two hours―before the lack of another item was discovered. To the store he returned yet again.

Around 3pm all items appeared destined to extinguish if the hectic bake schedule persisted another day. So in preparation for the morrow Kenny and Lyle concocted an official list and went in search of a real store. They found one: Cash & Carry. Now that was a real man's store. 50lb sacks of flour, 50lb sacks of sugar, and who wouldn't want 14lbs of pickled pigs feet? If you think Costco is a bulk store then Cash & Carry must be the bulk store for mammoths. The shopping experience was unrivaled. You couldn't imagine what's available in 20lb increments. But the sheer volume of items wasn't as exciting as the low prices of the items (per unit). It was grocery shopping at its finest.

The end of the day
The work finally accomplished, Kindra and her minions propped up their weary feet and rested. More experience had evolved the baking process further Wednesday. Efficiency had grown. Schedules more perfect. All seemed in rhythm. Tomorrow promised to be simpler. And then the news came: menu and amount needed adjusted yet again. Ugh.