Good evening, friends and neighbors.I don’t have a mental diagnosis- but I probably should. How is that for a starter?
kitchen culture
Snapshots of the Bakeshop
Today, while creaming butter and sugar for coffee cake, I got to talking to Victoria who was herself between tasks. Up front, the baristas were zipping back, forth, in and out of the kitchen tending to a lengthy line of customers.
In the kitchen, however, things are smooth and mellow. The music of choice today is classic Dylan, slipped through with a little Hendrix, Bowie, and others. Victoria has interesting tastes and no one complained.
Victoria is shaking her head in bewilderment for a moment, deciding what to do next on her list. She has considerable experience cooking in commissary kitchens and restaurants- pastry kitchen and line. Never on a dessert line, though.
“That’d be pretty weird- what would I do? Just constant plating, but at line speed? Not sure I’m cut out for that.”
Victoria likes to be efficient- but on her timeline. She’d prefer to move along at her own- albeit quick- speed than have to keep pace with others, or under pressure from a chef or a sous.
What We Give, for What We Get
Good evening, friends and neighbors.
About a year ago this past December, I got my first tattoo.
The Bakeshop OST
It’s been a while since I’ve made any kind of list- certainly for music.
“Voos Mahkt A Yid?”- Yiddish in Portland, and a Recipe for Hamantaschen!
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.


