Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Potcoava is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? Like, 4 AM kinda early. The sun ain't even up yet, and I’m already knee-deep in flour.
First thing, I’m tryna whip up my famous cozonac. You know, the sweet bread that makes everyone’s mouth water? Yeah, that one. I’m mixing, kneading, and suddenly—BAM! My mixer just dies on me. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, flour everywhere, lookin’ like a ghost. I’m cursing like a sailor on Strada 1 Decembrie.
So, I grab my trusty wooden spoon. Old school, but it gets the job done. I’m sweating bullets, but I’m determined. I mean, who doesn’t love a good cozonac, right? I can already hear the customers on Strada Principala, chattin’ and laughin’, waitin’ for their morning fix.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Ion pops in. He’s like, “Dude, you good?” I’m like, “No, man! My mixer’s toast!” He just laughs and says, “You’re a baker, not a magician!” Ugh, so annoying but kinda funny.
After I finally get the dough right, I pop it in the oven. The smell? Oh man, it’s heavenly. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window on Strada Călărași, and what do I see? A bunch of kids playing football, and they just smashed a window! I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!”
But then, I see the kids’ faces. They’re all wide-eyed and panicking. I can’t help but chuckle. I mean, who hasn’t broken something as a kid, right? So, I yell out, “Hey! Don’t sweat it! Just pay for the glass with some of my cozonac!” They all laugh, and I’m like, “Yeah, that’s right! Free bread for broken windows!”
Finally, the cozonac is done. I pull it out, and it’s golden brown, just like the sun on a summer day. I slice it up, and the first bite? Pure bliss. I’m grinning like a fool. Customers start rolling in, and I’m handing out samples like I’m Oprah. “You get a slice! You get a slice!”
But then, this lady comes in, all huffy. She’s like, “I ordered a cake for my daughter’s birthday!” I’m like, “Lady, it’s 8 AM! Your party’s at noon!” She’s fuming, and I’m just trying to keep my cool. I mean, come on! I can’t just whip up a cake in five minutes!
So, I’m like, “Okay, okay! I’ll make it happen!” I’m running around like a headless chicken, grabbing eggs, sugar, and flour. I’m mixing and baking, and somehow, I pull it off. The cake looks amazing, and the lady? She’s all smiles now. I’m like, “See? I told ya I’m a magician!”
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I close up shop on Strada 22 Decembrie, and as I walk home, I can’t help but think about how wild today was. Potcoava is full of surprises, man. One minute you’re baking, the next you’re a therapist for kids and stressed-out moms.
I plop down on my couch, and I’m just like, “What a ride!” I can’t wait to do it all over again tomorrow. Because that’s life in Potcoava, baby! Full of flour, fun, and a little bit of chaos.