I’m helping him out for a couple nights on his dessert line- towards the end of the day, he comes running up to me and drops a crate of tomatoes on the bench.
“Matt! Dude, you need to smell these!”
“Matt! Dude, you need to smell these!”
As you might expect, business was VERY swift that day, and I was double-timing it around the kitchen. As the only pastry guy on duty that day, I had to make sure the front was stocked. Pastries, pies, cakes, pudding- whatever I could whip up with what was available that the customers would like.
Good evening, friends and neighbors. It’s been a while!
Between a few moderate life upheavals- a new job, shakeups at the new job, moving to a new apartment, making the new apartment habitable, and so on- and simply lacking the energy to write or revise possible entries, On The Bench has been…well, benched for close to the last month or so.
With things starting to settle down a bit though, and my new baking education service slowly gaining steam, I finally have the time and opportunity to sneak out to a friendly pub and write.
So where am I? What am I?
As she was running out the door for work Monday morning, Emily made a request:
“Hun, think you could make some bannocks that I can grab for breakfast? No raisins or anything- just plain is fine.”
“Yes, dear.”