Posted by Brenda Gorseth | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 24-02-2015
Tags: Cornerstone Coffee
That, my friends, is what parchment paper looks like when it meets the oven element. Yesterday was my typical baking day for Cornerstone Coffee in Fessenden and things were running smoothly. A batch of kuchen turned out beautifully, the first batch of cookies went swimmingly, and the banana breads (in honor of National Banana Bread Day) all turned out as they should. At the last minute, a customer called and wanted a dozen cookies and since I was heading into town anyways, decided this would be No Problem. These two words are rarely in my daily vocabulary it seems because when things are going well, doom is around the corner snickering. Once every two weeks I spend one whole day making and freezing batches of cookie balls to pop in the oven for orders; I got out the last dozen of the almond joy cookies to bake and when they were done, reached in the oven to grab them, knowing I had to hit the road in ten minutes for town. Apparently I didn’t grab both the parchment paper and stone because the stone came out but the parchment didn’t-it went sailing down to the bottom of the oven where it hit the element and promptly started on fire. I grabbed the broom since I knew the smoke detector was going to go off, and sure enough, it did, so I went to open the door to let some ‘warm’ winter air in/smoke out when the OTHER alarm known as my whiney cats all stood outside the door and meowed in chorus. At this point, I just stood there and watched the fire burn, almost as if it were a fireplace; there was really nothing I could do but let the paper burn out. I would have left the lab and made a Bloody Mary, but I still had a town delivery for which I was now running late, and did not think drinking and driving would benefit anybody. How does the story end? Does the customer get their cookies? Will the fire ever stop burning? How does one recuperate from such a loss?! In my world, pretty easily. The delivery was done, the cookies were remade when I got home and my lucky son got to bring them to school to drop off at the front office so the person could pick them up. When my son and I got home yesterday, he saw that mess on the sink and the first thing he did was look for a non-charred chunk to eat-it’s not like it landed on the floor…reason number 431 why I love that kid-he knows under there is some good to be found! The point of my story is this: none of us are perfect, and although I love to bake and think I can do a lot of good with it, mishaps happen, and one should never be too proud to think they are above making mistakes. This is my wart and now you’ve seen it. Moving on…
It’s going to be a short one today; I have 25 loaves of various breads to make for a large order today and ‘knead’ to get busy. Ha! Great pun! Have a great day and don’t sweat it if the cookies in your life fall to the ground. Dust them (and you) off and move on-have a good laugh. I did.