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rikibethand the Thanksgiving Pie Mania is done.
We had orders for 38 apple pies, 31 pumpkin, and 18 pecan. Plus assorted cheesecakes and cookie platters and savory things and stuff. And the pies for the case.
I was there for six hours on Sunday when I'm usually off, to back up pie dough. Monday I was there from 5:30 AM to 10 PM. Then I was there from 5:30 AM Tuesday to 10 AM Wednesday.
Yes.
Straight through.
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shadowflyer came by about 10 PM to see if I was almost done and I asked him to bring me a clean jacket and bandana so I could look tidy for the customers the next day. He did, and clean underwear and socks, and my hairbrush.
I was done baking around midnight, but I wanted to box and organize all the orders so that nobody would have to hunt for them. And I DID. They were sorted chronologically by pickup time, and then alphabetically by customer within the hour, and they were chronologically on the clipboard woth notes on each one about whether the pie was downstairs or in one of the coolers, and according to the coffee monkeys it worked really smoothly.
I wouldn't know, I was starting to hallucinate by 8 AM or so. But I had everything covered so I COULD go home at 10.
I got a cash bonus, plus my boss heard me gloating about how all these extra hours were going to buy my coveted stompy boots, and she brought me a pair of 8-eyelet Doc Martens that she had bought but worn about twice because they didn't fit well with a bone spur in her foot. w00t, Doc Martens!
Everybody who sent me mix CDs -- you are wonderful. The mixes helped get me through. So did George Thorogood and AC/DC.
Then yesterday we went to New Jersey to my parents', and I only had to make the gravy. I brought a pie, though.
Then I worked 12 hours TODAY because we sold out of nearly EVERYTHING. Next year I have to make lots more pumpkin pies for the store.
Shauna, the new baker, helped me invent a new bar cookie for the store today. We're calling it a Caramel Walnut Truffle Bar, and charging extra -- it's a layer of walnut short dough that normally makes Russian Tea Cakes, with a layer of ganache spread over that, and then chopped walnuts, and then drizzled with caramel sauce. This is because we had insane amounts of the walnut dough because she mistook a 2-cup measure for a 1-cup, and lots of ganache that was still wonderfully yummy but had been reheated a couple of times so that if you ganached cakes with it, they would crack in the case too soon. Doesn't matter if it cracks in a bar cookie covered with walnuts. This is what happens when you let menstrual women consider what to do with the bakery reserves.
I think it was a successful Thanksgiving.
I am so not going to catch up with my friendslist. If you posted anything you really want me to see, point me at it in the comments.
I hope all your Thanksgiving holidays were good.
We had orders for 38 apple pies, 31 pumpkin, and 18 pecan. Plus assorted cheesecakes and cookie platters and savory things and stuff. And the pies for the case.
I was there for six hours on Sunday when I'm usually off, to back up pie dough. Monday I was there from 5:30 AM to 10 PM. Then I was there from 5:30 AM Tuesday to 10 AM Wednesday.
Yes.
Straight through.
shadowflyer came by about 10 PM to see if I was almost done and I asked him to bring me a clean jacket and bandana so I could look tidy for the customers the next day. He did, and clean underwear and socks, and my hairbrush.I was done baking around midnight, but I wanted to box and organize all the orders so that nobody would have to hunt for them. And I DID. They were sorted chronologically by pickup time, and then alphabetically by customer within the hour, and they were chronologically on the clipboard woth notes on each one about whether the pie was downstairs or in one of the coolers, and according to the coffee monkeys it worked really smoothly.
I wouldn't know, I was starting to hallucinate by 8 AM or so. But I had everything covered so I COULD go home at 10.
I got a cash bonus, plus my boss heard me gloating about how all these extra hours were going to buy my coveted stompy boots, and she brought me a pair of 8-eyelet Doc Martens that she had bought but worn about twice because they didn't fit well with a bone spur in her foot. w00t, Doc Martens!
Everybody who sent me mix CDs -- you are wonderful. The mixes helped get me through. So did George Thorogood and AC/DC.
Then yesterday we went to New Jersey to my parents', and I only had to make the gravy. I brought a pie, though.
Then I worked 12 hours TODAY because we sold out of nearly EVERYTHING. Next year I have to make lots more pumpkin pies for the store.
Shauna, the new baker, helped me invent a new bar cookie for the store today. We're calling it a Caramel Walnut Truffle Bar, and charging extra -- it's a layer of walnut short dough that normally makes Russian Tea Cakes, with a layer of ganache spread over that, and then chopped walnuts, and then drizzled with caramel sauce. This is because we had insane amounts of the walnut dough because she mistook a 2-cup measure for a 1-cup, and lots of ganache that was still wonderfully yummy but had been reheated a couple of times so that if you ganached cakes with it, they would crack in the case too soon. Doesn't matter if it cracks in a bar cookie covered with walnuts. This is what happens when you let menstrual women consider what to do with the bakery reserves.
I think it was a successful Thanksgiving.
I am so not going to catch up with my friendslist. If you posted anything you really want me to see, point me at it in the comments.
I hope all your Thanksgiving holidays were good.
