Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Arcore is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? Like, 4 AM. My alarm’s blaring like a siren. I stumble outta bed, tripping over my cat, Biscuit. He’s a jerk, but I love him.
Anyway, I whip up my usual batch of croissants. You know, the flaky, buttery goodness that makes people weak in the knees. I’m mixing dough, and suddenly, I remember I forgot to buy flour. Ugh! So, I dash down Via Roma, dodging cars like I’m in some action movie. Arcore’s streets are wild, man.
I hit up the local market. It’s packed! Everyone’s grabbing their morning coffee. I’m just there, looking like a hot mess. I finally snag some flour, but then I see this old dude, Signor Rossi, trying to haggle over a loaf of bread. Like, c’mon, it’s just bread! But he’s all, “I can get it cheaper down the street!” I’m like, “Dude, you can’t put a price on quality!”
So, I get back to the bakery, and it’s chaos. My assistant, Luca, is late. Typical. I’m sweating bullets, trying to roll out dough while keeping an eye on the oven. The smell of fresh bread fills the air, and I’m like, “This is why I do this.”
Then, outta nowhere, my neighbor, Maria, bursts in. She’s all frantic, saying her dog, Pino, ran away. I’m like, “Lady, I’m in the middle of a bread crisis!” But I can’t say no. So, I grab a couple of pastries and we head out.
We’re running through the streets of Arcore, calling for Pino. I swear, I’ve never seen so many people staring at us. We hit up Piazza Manzoni, and there’s this cute little fountain. I’m thinking, “If I don’t find that dog, I’m gonna drown my sorrows in that fountain.”
Finally, we spot Pino chasing a pigeon. I’m like, “Seriously, dude?!” Maria’s all relieved, and I’m just happy to get back to the bakery. But then, I realize I left the oven on. Panic mode activated!
I sprint back, and thank the baking gods, the bread’s fine. But then, I see a line forming outside. People are ready to devour my creations. I’m like, “Alright, let’s do this!”
The vibe in Arcore is electric. Everyone’s chatting, laughing, and I’m just slinging bread like a pro. I even throw in some free samples. Gotta keep the crowd happy, right?
But then, this one guy, Marco, he’s a regular, starts complaining. “Why’s the ciabatta so crusty?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s supposed to be crusty! It’s ciabatta!” He rolls his eyes. I’m about to lose it, but I just smile.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I close up shop, and as I’m walking home down Via Garibaldi, I can’t help but think about how crazy today was. Arcore’s got its quirks, but it’s home.
I get back, and Biscuit’s waiting by the door, looking all smug. I plop down on the couch, and I’m like, “What a day, huh?” He just stares at me, probably judging my life choices. But hey, that’s the life of a baker in Arcore. Full of surprises, chaos, and a whole lotta love.