Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Ekeroe (se) is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? The sun’s barely peeking over the rooftops on Storgatan, and I’m already knee-deep in flour. I mean, who needs sleep when you’ve got dough to knead?
First thing, I’m mixing up this new batch of cinnamon rolls. I’m talkin’ the kind that makes you wanna hug your grandma. But then, bam! My mixer decides it’s had enough. Just stops. Like, really? At 5 AM? I’m there, wrestling with this thing, and I’m like, “C’mon, don’t do me like this!”
Finally, I get it going again, but now I’m covered in flour. I look like a ghost from the bakery underworld. I step outside for a breather, and wow, the air smells like fresh coffee from the café down the street. You know the one on Torggatan? Yeah, that place is a lifesaver. I swear, their coffee could wake the dead.
So, I’m feeling a bit better, right? I head back in, and guess what? My neighbor, old Mr. Svensson, is at the door. He’s got this huge grin, and I’m like, “What’s up, man?” Turns out, he’s been trying to bake too. He’s got flour all over his face, and I can’t help but laugh. I mean, we’re both a mess, but it’s hilarious.
Then, the real chaos starts. I’m in the zone, rolling out dough, when suddenly, the fire alarm goes off. Like, seriously? I’m flailing around, trying to figure out if it’s the oven or if I’m just losing my mind. Turns out, it was just some burnt toast from the café. Phew! But my heart’s racing like I just ran a marathon on Kungsbacken.
After that, I finally get my rolls in the oven. I’m pacing around, checking the time, and I’m like, “Please, please, don’t burn!” I can’t handle another disaster. I mean, I’ve got customers waiting, and I can’t let them down.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Lars shows up. He’s got this wild idea to do a pop-up bakery on the square. I’m like, “Dude, are you nuts?” But he’s all hyped up, and I can’t help but get excited too. We start brainstorming, and before I know it, we’re planning this whole thing.
But then, the weather turns. It starts pouring like the sky’s crying. I’m standing there, looking out at the rain on Storgatan, and I’m like, “Great, just great.” But Lars is all, “Nah, man, it’ll be fine!” He’s got this crazy optimism that’s kinda infectious.
Finally, the rolls are done, and they smell heavenly. I pull them out, and they’re golden brown, just like I wanted. I’m feeling like a rockstar. I set them up in the window, and people start flocking in. It’s like I’m the Pied Piper of pastries or something.
But then, this one lady comes in, and she’s all grumpy. She’s like, “These are too sweet!” I’m like, “Lady, they’re cinnamon rolls! What do you expect?” But I just smile and offer her a sample of my sourdough instead. She softens up a bit, and I’m like, “See? Not all heroes wear capes.”
As the day goes on, I’m buzzing with energy. I’m chatting with customers, joking around, and even doing a little dance behind the counter. I mean, who wouldn’t want to dance when you’re surrounded by the smell of fresh bread?
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I close up shop, and as I’m walking home down Torggatan, I can’t help but think about how wild today was. Ekeroe (se) is full of surprises, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another crazy, flour-filled adventure in the heart of Ekeroe. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!