Just got home from a going-away work party, since one of our Swiss apprentice bakers is flying home this week. In theory, it was an American Melting Pot potluck, which turned out to mean cases and cases of European liquors. Let me tell you, drunken Swiss boys singing in German makes for some damn good entertainment. And, of course, the food was ridiculous since it was all made by bakers and pastry chefs. I'm full for the rest of the week, thanks. And oh my god, there were mojito sorbet popsicles... mmmph. I love my coworkers.
And then what do I find when I get home? A message from the beautiful, lovely
lady_sarai, who was once my accomplice and who was checking back in on me, since I completely fell off LJ until last year. Sara, I have missed you like Sawyer misses his coconuts and you have completely made my day. I can't wait to bake crack pie with you again!
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And then what do I find when I get home? A message from the beautiful, lovely
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Date: 2009-08-12 05:00 am (UTC)In conclusion: OMGYAYHIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAATE!!!
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Date: 2009-08-12 05:04 am (UTC)We call ourselves a bakery, but it's also half pastry shop, and then we do a million little things on the side, too - like homemade ice cream and sorbets. I am rather in love with this job. :D
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Date: 2009-08-12 05:07 am (UTC)OMG That sounds like the best job IN THE WORLD and it would be SO BAD FOR ME. ;) But YUM!! And you have to go to bed! BUT I AM JUST SO HAAAAAAAPPY TO TALK TO YOOOOOU!!!
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