I quit my baking job at the cafe. I wasn't really having fun any more and I learned everything I could learn from them. I was actually teaching them things after a week.
Which isn't to say that I won't miss certain things, such as:
1. The meat slicer. I fucking LOVED the meat slicer. And I think I may have been the first person to ever clean it.
2. The three-cup measuring cup sitting in the bottom of the flour bin. Three cups at a time is the only way to go.
3. And most of all, I'll miss the dishwashing crew. Nothing is better than baking and going home when a pile of dishes remains. And it was super fun to make them listen to the jazz station in the kitchen.
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