Is Being From A Family Of Bakers A Life For Me?

My bakery life experience started shortly after the year I was born. My grandfather came out of the Army as a baker and eventually purchased a bakery in 1972.  Along my grandfather’s side were two of his three sons.

My father James was the youngest of three boys, my father oldest brother George and he both went to work for my grandfather.

The middle son Richard choose to stay an auto mechanic.

When I was a youngster I went to work with my father quite a lot and I had to keep myself busy at the bakery.   I would play with all the cake decorating items and watch everyone work.

Bakery Life Rest

When I finally became exhausted enough to sleep.  I would climb up on bags of flour in our storage area to sleep on top of them.  The storage area was in our stock (inventory area) in the back of the bakery and to stay warm I would gather up a bundle of aprons to cover myself with.

It’s Time To Rise

Then in the early hours before 6:00 am when the store front would open my dad would wake me for me to help myself to some freshly made baked goods. Then, around 6:00 am we would head home for my father to sleep during the day.

My grandfather once trained a man by the name of Mark on how to assemble a particular cake called a fruit basket, he assembled the cake in record speed.

I couldn’t believe my eyes, as this fruit basket cake was completed and as it was about to be placed in the showcase, it was purchased within seconds from landing in the show case.

Mark spun the cake plate so fast as he filled the various layers of cake with whip cream and then with various fruits.  The final step was to load the outside of the cake with fresh made whipped cream.  Mark assembled the cake in less than 5 minutes and we sold this 8″fruit basket cake for $18.75.

Mark was the hardest and fastest worker when it came to assembling storefront whipped cream cakes. Prior to Mark working for us he served time in prison.  My grandfather gave him a second chance, he hired Mark fresh out of prison and Mark made something of himself because, someone gave him another chance.  Praise God for this hard worker.

I hope you will follow me on my journey from a baker’s daughter to a daughter of the king.  My blog posts will involve lessons learned and some recipes along the way.  I hope I will inspire you to fulfill your purpose in life.  We are all called for a greater purpose, but, sometimes that takes us going back into our past to use what we have learned to help others out along the way.  I have been given second chances.