Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Macin is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? Like, 4 AM. The sun ain’t even up yet, and I’m already knee-deep in flour. I live on Strada 1 Decembrie, and lemme tell ya, it’s a quiet street. Too quiet.
First thing, I’m mixing dough for my famous cozonac. You know, the sweet bread that makes everyone’s heart sing? Well, I’m in my zone, jamming to some tunes, when BAM! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standing there, flour on my face, like a ghost from the past. I’m cursing like a sailor. “Not today, Satan!” I shout.
So, I grab my phone, and it’s dead. Of course! I run outside, and it’s pitch black. I’m thinking, “Great, just great.” I sprint down to the main street, Strada Republicii, hoping to find a café or something. But nah, it’s like a ghost town. I’m half-expecting Dracula to pop out and say, “Welcome to my castle!”
Finally, I find a place with a generator. Thank the baking gods! I charge my phone and grab a coffee. The barista, a dude named Radu, is super chill. We start chatting about the best places to eat in Macin. He swears by the mici at the market. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a baker, not a meat guy!” But I’m intrigued.
After my caffeine fix, I rush back home. The power’s back on! I’m like, “Yes!” But then I realize I forgot to set the timer for the dough. It’s been rising for like an eternity. I open the bowl, and it’s like a fluffy monster. I’m laughing and crying at the same time. “What have I created?”
I shape the dough, throw it in the oven, and pray. While I’m waiting, I decide to take a stroll around Macin. I hit up Strada Mihai Viteazul. The vibe is chill, people are out and about. I see this old lady selling flowers. She’s got the biggest smile. I buy a bunch of peonies. They smell amazing!
Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my buddy, Ion. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about how the new park by the river is a total flop. “They put in swings but no slides! What’s up with that?” I’m cracking up. We end up talking about the old days, playing football by the Danube.
But then, I get a text. My oven timer! I bolt back home, and the smell hits me like a freight train. My cozonac is golden brown, and I’m like, “Hallelujah!” I pull it out, and it’s perfect. I slice a piece, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m feeling like a baking god.
But wait, there’s more! I get a call from a local café. They want to feature my cozonac! I’m freaking out. “Are you serious?” I’m jumping around my kitchen like a maniac. This day went from zero to a hundred real quick.
As the sun sets over Macin, I sit on my balcony, peonies in hand, and think about how wild life is. One minute you’re in the dark, and the next, you’re shining bright. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Maybe I’ll finally try those mici. Who knows? Life’s a crazy ride, especially in Macin!