Days 116 and 117. Ode to a Glove.

Days 116 and 117. Ode to a Glove. Day 116. Monday morning started up bright and early. Classes this week M-Th start at 8am. This is quite the difference from what felt like afternoon/night school. We were given new lockers, changed into our uniforms and met Chef Bread in the kitchen. Two things. They changed up our groups. and this term things are done differently. Yep. My precious group was split up. I honestly miss them all. We were a good group. Luckily I have Malta and Delhi in my group still (plus Amsterdam) and about six names to still learn. This term, we go straight to the kitchen, there are no more three hour demonstration classes, we go to the kitchen, chef shows/tells us what to do and right there on the spot, we make whatever they tell us to. Chef Bread handed out our folders for the term, and said basically, 'Lets start baking.' I had no idea that we would be baking for six hours with one 30 minute break for the day. We were busy, repeating a few items (croissants, pain au chocolates, and brioche) and made some new things, baguettes, kugelholf, pain surprise). All manageable. In my lifetime, I've never been a lover of baking breads....probably because they never turned out right. Now I can say I like baking bread. This was a two day segment, so all but the baguettes and brioche were left at school to finish the next day. Monday I met my friend Tamara to go see a movie. Pretty good. Day 117. Tuesday. Mornings come too early. I really liked my snooze button and got to class just as the clock struck 8am. We baked off the crossaints, soaked up the kugelholf, filled the rye pain suprise (gutting the middle of the loaf & using it to make tiny tea sandwhiches), and made another brioche, ciabatta, five cereal loaf, and champagne bread (no champagne in it). It was very busy, but fun to see the outcomes of first attempts on most of these breads. I had five shopping bags filled with bread when I left school at the end of the day. Luckily there is lots of freezer space. As I left the school, I put my gloves in my pocket, to put on once on the tube. My hands were so full, I wasn't able to put them on. When I got home and dropped all the bread bags, I discovered that one of my gloves was lost along the way. I retraced my steps back to my tube station, with no luck. The chances of finding it further back than that were slim to none. Ode to a Glove In July of nineteen and ninety nine, a companion made me gloves that were mighty fine. They have seen me through fifteen years of mild AZ winters, You have saved me from cold harsh blisters. You have been a safe hand to hold. We've had so much fun. I am sad that I am down to only one. Seriously, I've gone places with these gloves, thanks for the the memories, i write this just because. RIP Glove. I'm sorry I lost you.