Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Melton-Mowbray is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I woke up at the crack of dawn, right? The sun was barely up, and I was already knee-deep in flour. I mean, who needs sleep when you’ve got pastries to make?
First off, I had a massive order for pork pies. Yeah, the famous Melton Mowbray pork pies. Everyone loves ‘em, and I’m the guy they come to. So, I’m mixing the meat, spices, and all that jazz. I’m humming away, thinking I’m the next big thing in baking. Then, boom! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standing there in the dark, flour on my face, like a ghost from the past.
I sprinted down to the market on Market Place. It’s like the heart of the town, ya know? I’m dodging people, tripping over my own feet, and I’m like, “C’mon, I need some light!” Finally, I find a café with a generator. I’m practically begging the barista for a cuppa and a plug. She’s like, “Sure, mate, but you owe me a pie.” Deal!
So, I’m back at the bakery, and the power’s back on. I’m rolling out pastry like a madman. I can hear the clock ticking, and I’m sweating bullets. I’m thinking, “If I don’t get these pies out, I’m toast.” And not the good kind.
Then, just as I’m about to pop those beauties in the oven, my mate Dave strolls in. He’s got this ridiculous grin on his face. “You’ll never guess what I saw on Church Street!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in the middle of a crisis here!” But he insists. Apparently, there was a cat stuck in a tree. Classic Melton-Mowbray, right? I mean, who needs drama when you’ve got feline rescues?
Anyway, I finally get the pies in the oven, and I’m feeling like a champ. But then, the fire alarm goes off. Seriously? I’m flailing around, trying to fan the smoke away. I’m half-expecting the fire brigade to show up. “Just baking, lads, nothing to see here!”
After that chaos, I finally get the pies out. They’re golden brown, and I’m feeling proud. I load ‘em up and head to the market. The smell is wafting through the streets, and I’m like a walking advertisement. People are stopping, sniffing, and I’m thinking, “Yeah, that’s right, I made these!”
But then, I see this kid, right? He’s got a face like a slapped arse. Turns out, he’s allergic to pork. I’m like, “Oh mate, I’m so sorry!” But he’s not having it. His mum’s giving me the death stare. I’m sweating again, thinking, “What’s next? A pie riot?”
Finally, I sell out. Every last pie gone. I’m buzzing, but then I remember I promised that barista a pie. So, I rush back to the café, and she’s there, waiting. I hand her a pie, and she’s like, “You’re a lifesaver!” I’m thinking, “Nah, just a baker with a crazy day.”
As I’m walking home, I can’t help but laugh. Melton-Mowbray, you’ve got my heart. From the market to the streets, it’s a wild ride. I love this town, even with its cat rescues and fire alarms. Can’t wait for tomorrow. Who knows what’ll happen next?