I experienced baking as a spectator sport today.
The bakery where I'm working right now is on a 25 acre orchard way out in the country. They also do a dinner theatre thing every friday, as well as catering a lunch for bicycle tour that comes every monday. Normally, there's hardly anyone around, being out in the country, but when these tours come through, it's like I'm in a fucking fishbowl. The spot where I usually work is along the outside wall with windows all across; these people come over and watch me working for a while, and they're really impressed by my mad pie-making skillz. And they don't watch me do one, they watch me do three, all quite impressed by how well I put the tops on the pies and how fast I do it--hey, you do it a few hundred times and we'll see how fast you get.
Aparently, these people were from California. It seems California tourists are easily impressed.
The bakery where I'm working right now is on a 25 acre orchard way out in the country. They also do a dinner theatre thing every friday, as well as catering a lunch for bicycle tour that comes every monday. Normally, there's hardly anyone around, being out in the country, but when these tours come through, it's like I'm in a fucking fishbowl. The spot where I usually work is along the outside wall with windows all across; these people come over and watch me working for a while, and they're really impressed by my mad pie-making skillz. And they don't watch me do one, they watch me do three, all quite impressed by how well I put the tops on the pies and how fast I do it--hey, you do it a few hundred times and we'll see how fast you get.
Aparently, these people were from California. It seems California tourists are easily impressed.
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So yes, I'm a chick. But a very strange one at that.