my poor fridge
In spite of the heat, we're holdin' our own here, business wise. Gonna be a busy, farmer's market weekend. Forecast is hot, but dry. Dry is all that matters. I was looking thru orders for the weekend, seems we have a lot of large celebration cakes this weekend. Not necessarily, in great numbers, but a lot of big ones. Oh well, won't be long now, pumpkin face cookies are just around the corner. Very comfortable outside this morning. 'Bout sixty six, at 4am. I drove here with the van windows open. Bein' right here on the lake helps loads. I pulled up and outside I could smell toasty wheat, as they were unloading baguettes from the oven. Residual flour burns quickly, on the hearth. It's an unmistakable, unmatched, aroma. Only smells like that a few times a day. Same when they are fryin' donuts, or baking cinnamon rolls.
We took in a lot of fresh blueberries yesterday. We are making fresh blueberry croissants for the markets this weekend. We will fill them with cream cheese filling, and top 'em with fresh blueberries, prior to the bake. The ones we made for Wednesday's markets, were really pretty. Got big plans 'bout fresh blueberry coffee cakes, as well. We'll see how the day goes. They might get pushed until tomorrow. Everyday starts with good intentions. Quoting Vince Lombardi "Fatigue makes cowards of us all".
Well, gotta get started upstairs. A lady is comin' from Oak Park, to pick up goods for a memorial service. Can't disappoint her. She claims "You're may favorite bakery". She's "Comin' early to beat the traffic". I answered the phone, when she called. I was just talking to one of the opening retail kids here, about her order. I mentioned to them that "I could tell, she was an older lady". I just realized, she's probably my age.