Come on! Who do we have to talk to to get my face on the Toonie?
What do you think it would take to get my face printed on a coin? I’m really feeling a $2 coin, like the Canadian tunie. It’d be so practical for my day to day operations.
You’ll notice my drawer doesn’t contain anything less than a $1/4. That’s because those are wastes of time.
Let me know what you come up with.
WHO WANTS TO DRINK SOME CAFFEINE?!?
Here’s a little food porn for ya.
That there is the dough untwisted and undressed.
Just try to look away.
Can’t, can ya?
Today was a full on party during the usual 8-10am hours and then everyone left. I got so much work done with no one around. A few people stopped by, got some coffee, and kept me entertained for a little, but for the most part, I was on my own.
Around noon Howie came in. He’s my buddy. I was totally content prepping bacon and chatting with Howie. Then about 10 minutes till 1pm (closing time), an obvious out of towner rolled in asking me if I made sandwiches. At first he seemed weary because I only had bagels so I gave him the bread truck speal.
- Most places would sell you something off the back of a bread truck. Not me. No sir. I made these babies myself *as I direct his attention to Sally (the dough mixer) with a Vannah White arm/wrist motion.*
So he orders a turkey bagel and I learn that his name is Bill and he used to be a banker in Chicago. Then Howie invites him to sit at the community table. At the same time I’m making myself the most amazing bagel EVER.
Shortly after I get Bill’s turkey bagel in front of him another woman walks in. It’s like 5 minutes till 1pm now. She also seemed a little weary but I sell her a ham, bacon, cheddar, tomato, and avocado bagel and everything is right in the world.
She acknowledges my closing time in conversation, and I inform her that her order will be the last order I take for the day. Then right before her bagel is ready I ask if she wants me to wrap it to go or if she would like to eat here? She answers that she would prefer to eat here. So I serve her a bagel, introduce her to Howie and Bill, and she grabs a seat at the community table.
About the same time I get her situated I lock to the door and go back to prepping my bagel, aka – the grand finale. So now I’ve got three adults who don’t know each other sitting around a table eating bagels. I proceed to leave the counter and also sit at the table with them. At this point they’re all sort of blown away that they are eating with 2 other strangers and the chef.
I was like 2 bites into my bagel when my buddies arrive so I let them in and make 1 more round of drinks and bagels. Now there’s 5 adults (because Bill had to leave) sitting around a table casually conversing. It was a beautiful lunch.
So I can get about 50 cool mugs on top of the machine. And they’re LEGIT!
But I have got to give credit where credit is due – Thank You Amber for all of the mugs you’ve rustled up for the shop. And Scott, your mugs might be the most popular.
Joy (Logan’s Aunt) reaches out to me and asks for 2 dozen bagels. She’s not from the area, but I assume she’s heard about the bagels. So we come to an agreement and it’s time to make bagels.
Friday morning I crawl out of bed and I’m thinking baby Logan. It’s early, but I’ve all ready decided that I’m going to do the best job I can because:
- 2 dozen bagels are going to the NICU with my name on it.
- This is a crucial moment for this family and the NICU team must have nerves of steel and they really deserve the best.
So I get to the cafe before 6am and start twisting bagels. I’m focused! And I am determined to make the best bagels I’ve ever made.
Everything went to plan. I had em bagged and ready to go on time. I haven’t heard from a receiving party, but it’s early. I also can’t wait to meet Joy. I’m sure I’ll be working when she introduces herself and then I’ll drop what I’m doing and thank her for the opportunity.
Thank You Joy
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Finally on Google’s radar! … maybe