tinhuvielartanis | Dough Sucker: a Tale of Love

Tonight I trained with Alexa, who is heading back to Charlotte to attend her final year at the culinary academy starting Wednesday. The main thing I learnt at the bakery this evening was how to pull the bread and get it ready for baking the next day. All the dough is frozen. Hard. And so was I by the time I pulled everything I needed to pull. One of the items I had to pull was hot dog buns. I was to pull 32 buns and get them ready for tomorrow. I accidentally pulled 33. Even though the dough is frozen solid, it thaws pretty quickly, so here I was with this extra knob of bread dough and nothing to do with it. So I taste-tested it. I have this thing about raw dough of any sort. When I was a kid, Granny would always warn me that I was going to end up with worms if I didn't stop with the devouring of biscuit dough, but I think she was just trying to get me to stop eating her biscuits before she ever got them in the oven. If the whole worm thing were true, I'd have died of a severe infestation years ago.

Anyway, I really enjoyed that pre-cooked hot dog bun and expect that I'll get the reputation of resident dough sucker if I can hold down three jobs. Honestly, I'm not sure I can do it. This bakery job is pretty difficult and is playing havoc with my arthritis. I'm gonna try my level best, though. I don't go back to Ingles until Monday.

Tomorrow is Dollar General day. Yay! I really like that job. I didn't think I'd like being a cashier, but it's pretty nifty.

For now, though, I'm home and I'm watching a doco on two of my favourite human beings on Earth: Bobby and Peter Farrelly, may the Lady bless and keep them.