Look, some people don’t spend their Friday night at the bar, ok?

Prior to having children I worked in the restaurant industry, but I was not a pastry chef. I learned all the other positions, but one lovely gentleman filled that role. He’d come in at 3am just so he wouldn’t have to put up with our obnoxiousness. I usually only saw him for an hour or two as he finished off his day while we prepped for open. He’d keep me company as I sliced endless loaves of bread or sliced monster bags of onions into rings.  Whereever John is, I hope he is well. I came home from the workforce with a colicky baby, then had two more kids in short succession. Only recently have I begun to carve out the time for cooking that requires a lot (in my mind) of hands on time. Of course, practice makes a job like rolling a pie crust go faster, but it has not been high on my list.

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