Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Velsen-Zuid is like riding a rollercoaster. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? The sun’s barely peeking over the rooftops on the Van der Molenstraat. I’m already thinking about all the bread I gotta bake.
First thing, I spill flour everywhere. Like, seriously, it’s a snowstorm in my kitchen. I’m tryna be all chef-like, but I’m just a hot mess. I mean, who knew flour could fly like that? I’m sneezing, cursing, and laughing at myself. Classic me.
Then, I head out to the market on the Velsenaweg. Gotta grab some fresh ingredients. The vibe there is always buzzing. People chatting, kids running around, and I’m just trying to dodge the old lady with her shopping cart. She’s like a tank, man! I swear she almost took me out.
So, I’m at the stall, and I spot the best strawberries ever. I’m talkin’ juicy, red, and sweet. I’m like, “Yo, I need these for my pastries!” The vendor, a dude named Jan, gives me a wink. I’m thinkin’, “This guy knows what’s up.” I grab a box, and boom! My day just got a lil’ brighter.
Back at the bakery, I’m mixing dough like a pro. But then, disaster strikes! The oven decides to throw a tantrum. It’s hotter than a sauna in there! I’m sweating bullets, and my bread is lookin’ like it’s auditioning for a horror movie. I’m yelling at the oven, “C’mon, don’t fail me now!”
Finally, I get the bread out, and it’s perfect! Golden crust, soft inside. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. I put it on the shelf, and people start coming in. The smell of fresh bread is like magic. I see my regulars, like Mrs. De Vries from the Hoofdstraat. She’s always got a smile and a story. Love that lady.
But then, this guy walks in. Total Karen vibes. He’s like, “Your bread is too crusty!” I’m like, “Dude, it’s bread, not a pillow!” I mean, c’mon! I’m trying to keep it real here. I tell him, “If you want soft, go buy a cake!” He storms out, and I’m just shaking my head. Some people, man.
Later, I’m cleaning up, and I hear this commotion outside. I peek out the window on the Zandvoortselaan, and there’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! I’m like, “What the heck?!” Turns out, it’s some local festival. People are dancing, music blasting, and I’m just standing there, flour-covered and all, grinning like an idiot.
I grab some bread and head outside. I’m handing out samples, and people are loving it! I’m feelin’ like the king of Velsen-Zuid. Kids are running up, asking for more. I’m like, “Sure, but only if you do a little dance!” And they do! It’s hilarious.
As the sun sets, I’m packing up, and I can’t help but think about how crazy today was. From flour storms to parades, it’s never a dull moment. I love this place. Velsen-Zuid, with its quirky streets and even quirkier people, is home.
So, I head back, exhausted but happy. Tomorrow’s another day, and I can’t wait to see what it brings. Maybe less flour, more fun? Who knows! But I’m ready for it. Bring it on, Velsen-Zuid!