In an effort to regain the personal connection I had with the wonderful people who come into my shop everyday, I’m blogging. I used to be upstairs during the morning rush when people came in for their coffee and croissant. Get to chat about the goings-on in Halifax, describe the things I had been making, apologize for the bread coming out so late. When I first opened the bakery, there were just three of us. My daughter Katie, full time caffeine dealer, ad maker, manager of everything – reluctant part-time baker. Madison, barista extraordinaire. And me, chief cook and bottle washer, treading water, burning myself, sleep deprived and excited.
Thankfully there are more hands these days. Katie and I get more sleep. My son, Donald, who we call the oven lord, takes care of all things bread. And if its late coming out now its because he’s a perfectionist. The bread tells you when its ready to go in the oven, not the other way around. Emily, Donald’s lady, followed him to Nova Scotia to help his mom. She is responsible for all of the divine croissants and danishes, sausage rolls and cinnamon buns. He made a good match!
We have had some great people behind our counter, serving you coffee since Madison. Megan makes all of our hearts happy, its impossible to imagine not smiling when she twirls into the room. Maddie and Michael maintain our coffee shop to art school grad ratio beautifully.
Laura H. and I are mostly responsible for the items found in the display case, and thats why i’ve been relegated to the basement, and why I don’t get to chat with y’all very much anymore. I love having all the help, my sanity needed it. But I do genuinely miss seeing everyone.
This Saturday, November 25th, The Old Apothecary, is going to be featured on the Baker Sisters on Food Network Canada. We filmed the episode in August and it’s finally airing. I can’t say I’m excited to see me on TV. But I’m very honoured that the bakery was chosen. Not one person that knows me thinks I’m shy. But if you know me well enough, you know I hide from the camera like its my job. I fear there will be a lot of awkward for me to look past to see the benefit of being on TV. I hope the food speaks for itself. Donald of course was cool as a cucumber. I won’t be wrecked by fame, the producers will not be pounding down my door to offer me my own show, I guarentee I made editing a challenge. At one point, when I was annoyed at being asked the same question for the 10th time, Kate said “mom, your face” – I don’t hide emotions well. TV isn’t my bag baby, so back to writing.