Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Västervik is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. 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 a batch of my famous kanelbullar. You know, those cinnamon rolls that make you wanna hug your grandma? Yeah, those. I’m all pumped, humming some ABBA, when suddenly, the fire alarm goes off! Like, seriously? I’m just trying to make some sweet magic here! Turns out, my oven decided to throw a tantrum. Great. Just great.
So, I’m running around like a headless chicken, trying to figure out if I should save the rolls or the shop. I mean, I love my kanelbullar, but I love my bakery more. I dash down to Kaptensgatan, where my buddy Lars runs the café. I’m like, “Dude, can I borrow your oven?” He just laughs and says, “Only if you bring me some of those rolls!” Ugh, fine!
I sprint back, grab the dough, and haul it over to Lars. The guy’s got a killer view of the harbor, by the way. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna bake with a view of the Baltic Sea? Anyway, I’m there, sweating like a pig, and I can’t help but think, “Why do I do this to myself?” But then, the smell of cinnamon fills the air, and I’m like, “Oh yeah, this is why!”
After that mini-adventure, I head back to my shop on Österlånggatan. I’m feeling pretty good, right? But then, I see a bunch of tourists outside. They’re all snapping pics of the old wooden houses. I’m thinking, “Hey, I’m right here! Come buy some pastries!” But nope, they’re too busy Instagramming the view. I mean, I get it, Västervik is gorgeous, but c’mon!
So, I’m standing there, arms crossed, when one of them finally walks in. She’s all like, “What’s the best thing here?” I’m like, “Everything! But you gotta try the kanelbullar!” She looks at me like I’m crazy. I mean, who wouldn’t want a cinnamon roll? But she goes for a dry baguette instead. I’m like, “Girl, you’re missing out!”
Then, just when I think the day can’t get any weirder, my old high school buddy, Erik, strolls in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. Turns out, he just got back from a trip to Stockholm. He’s all hyped about some new pastry trend. I’m like, “Dude, we’re in Västervik! We do things our way!” But he’s not having it. He starts talking about matcha croissants and I’m just standing there, rolling my eyes.
By the time the sun sets over the harbor, I’m exhausted but happy. I’ve sold a ton of pastries, and the kanelbullar turned out amazing. I’m cleaning up, and I can’t help but smile. Västervik, with its cobblestone streets and charming little shops, is my home.
But then, I step outside, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The sky is all pink and orange, and the boats are bobbing in the water. I take a deep breath, and for a second, all the craziness fades away. I think, “Yeah, this is why I bake.”
So, that was my day. Full of chaos, laughter, and a sprinkle of Västervik magic. Can’t wait to do it all over again tomorrow!