Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Wierden is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? Like, 4 AM. The roosters ain’t even awake yet! I stumble outta bed, tripping over my cat, Muffin. Yeah, I named my cat after a pastry. Don’t judge me.
I get to the bakery on De Wierdenseweg, and it’s already a mess. Flour everywhere, like a snowstorm hit. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” I start mixing dough for my famous Wierdense krentenbollen. You know, those sweet rolls with currants? They’re the bomb! But today, the dough decides to be a diva. It’s too sticky, too wet. I’m sweating like a pig, cursing under my breath.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Jan pops in. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe it! I saw a goat on the street!” I’m like, “A goat? In Wierden? What’s next, a llama?” But he’s serious. Apparently, it escaped from some farm on de Wierdenseweg. I can’t even.
So, I’m trying to focus on my baking, but Jan’s cracking me up. We’re laughing, and I’m forgetting about the dough. Bad move. I look over, and it’s overflowing like a volcano. I’m like, “Noooo!” I grab a spatula, trying to save it. Flour flies everywhere. I’m covered in it. I look like a ghost.
Finally, I get the dough in the oven. Thank the baking gods! I take a breather, and that’s when I hear it. A loud honking. I peek outside, and there’s a whole parade of geese waddling down the street! I swear, they’re strutting like they own the place. I’m dying laughing. Only in Wierden, right?
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “You forgot to pick up the groceries!” I’m like, “C’mon, Mom! I’m a baker, not a delivery service!” But I know I gotta go. So, I dash to the store on de Wierdenseweg.
I’m racing through the aisles, grabbing flour, sugar, and some random snacks. I’m in and out in record time. But as I’m leaving, I bump into Mrs. Jansen. She’s the sweetest old lady, but she talks a lot. I’m like, “Oh no, not now!” She starts telling me about her cat’s birthday party. I’m nodding, but my brain’s like, “Hurry up!”
Finally, I escape and rush back to the bakery. The smell of fresh krentenbollen hits me. I’m like, “Yes! I did it!” I pull them out, and they look perfect. Golden brown, fluffy, and smelling divine. I’m feeling like a rockstar.
But then, disaster strikes. The door swings open, and in walks a group of kids. They’re loud, hyper, and they want cookies. Like, right now! I’m like, “Chill, kiddos! I just baked!” But they’re relentless. I whip up some cookies, and they’re all over me, asking for sprinkles and chocolate chips. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why me?”
After the chaos, I finally get a moment to breathe. I sit down with a cup of coffee, looking out at the street. Wierden is so chill. The little shops, the friendly faces, it’s home. I think about how lucky I am to do what I love. Even on days like this, when everything goes haywire.
As the sun sets, I clean up the mess. I’m exhausted but happy. I think about tomorrow. More baking, more craziness. Bring it on, Wierden! I’m ready for ya!