Attention stalkers! As of yesterday, I have been installed as Stardust’s Saturday baker, and my first day and my new little gig was good fun. I made a batch of whole wheat buttermilk biscuits, a vegan cinnamon-raspberry cake and a “bothersome” molasses cake with “tiresome” tangy vanilla frosting. The last piece was a debacle, because parts of the cake stuck to the tip of the Bundt pan, and to salvage the damn thing, I decided to use some frosting to cover up the mistake. Well, the kitchen by this point was rather warm, especially with the wonderful addition of Tony (who literally jumped up and down and screamed “Yaaaaay!” upon seeing me in the back), one of Stardust’s cadre of cooks. The kitchen was so warm, with the oven being on, the icing kept melting off of the damn cake. I had to stick the cake *and* the icing in the beer fridge up front to keep it solidified.
So what was supposed to be an 8 am ’til 12 noon shift turned into me staying until 2 pm, with Tony and Casey, the regular baker who was working the front, battling with my inner Martha, who was going, “It’s not PERFECT! AAAH!!”
The cake’s fuck-ups did enable me to kind of lose my mind in the kitchen, much to Tony’s amusement, and perhaps encouragement. When I was making the frosting for the cake in a bowl, I looked down at the creamy-sweet goodness and remarked to him how I wanted to stick my face in the frosting. “Do it,” he said, “and run around the building yelling ‘FROSTING FAAACE!'”
So, of course, we kept screaming “FROSTING FAAACE!” in the kitchen for the next two hours or so I was there.
As you can see, despite that damn debacle of a cake (that looked to have sold well later that night), I had good fun. I’m excited to go back next Saturday. I’m planning on scones and cupcakes this time around. In the meantime, I hope to make some things at my new place in order to get in a bit of practice time, and to try some new recipes out.
By the way, Tony has dubbed me as the Butter Assassin, and from here on out, I’m going to use and abuse that new moniker as much as possible. So, next Saturday, come over to Stardust from 8 am until noon (hopefully not longer… again), where you can see me puttering about in the mushroom apron my friend Melanie bought for me as a Christmas gift one year. All the recipes I used were based on my well-worn copy of Abigail Johnson Dodge’s book, The Weeekend Baker, which is a rather apt title considering my new job–providing I can keep it.