Remember how I put “work at a bakery” on my Bucket List? Well, I kinda had my shot at being a baker! A friend of mine forwarded a job application – Provo Bakery was hiring! SQUEE! Now, I have little/no experience, but I put in my resume anyway and actually heard back! The job position didn’t work out (because of my limited summer – who wants to train someone just to let them go a few months later?), but a blogging opportunity just happened perfectly.
The offer: come and watch us bake, take pictures, blog.
Um… yes please! Done.
So no, I wasn’t the baker, but I had some pretty good examples to follow and I was constantly surprised at how difficult this job really is. Come, join me (the wanna-be baker) as I delve into the behind-the-scenes of Provo Bakery.
This was an especially unique experience for me because it was for the Fourth of July and the family tradition is to come in and bake – as a family. A few employees came in to help, but for the most part, it was just a bunch of guys (and me) making donuts (I took pictures – have no fear!). The other thing that made my visit unique was since it was the holiday, the family focused on making donuts. Sure, they threw in a few other favorites, but the main seller on Independence day is the donut.
*Please excuse my pictures – the flash was on because it was DARK outside.*
First surprise? We started at 11:30. PM.
I was obviously excited to be there – I was snapping pictures of everything…literally. It was pretty cool to wear an apron though, just sayin. I was ready to go with my ridiculously large Mt. Dew and some sugar. Little did I know I was about to be wow-ed by awesome-ness.
Surprise #2 : No recipe. I guess it makes sense when you do something a gajillion times, but it still caught me off guard. There they were, just making dough like I was breathing air.
Roll it, roll it, roll it…
(fast as lightning) …twist it…
It was so fun to interact with the family and be a part of the baking scene. My favorite part was definitely the made up language – I’d tell you about it, but then it wouldn’t be a secret, would it? The funniest part? I was SO loopy by that point that it was HILARIOUS, but I had no idea what anyone was saying. It was like speaking German backwards. So I just smiled. This experience literally opened my eyes to what a baker does. It is tiring, exhausting, and sometimes frustrating.
Question of the day: if I worked with donuts, do you think I’d get sick of them? I’m not sure…