It was exciting to think about what Thanksgiving might bring to Canela Antigua. I know there are plenty of expats who’d be in town for the holiday, but would they go with the known quantities of Thanksgiving pie-making (such as Epicure or San Martin), or would they give the new guy a chance?
Bethany helped me decide on the flavors to offer, and it was fun to announce it and see what would happen. While waiting for the orders to start rolling in, I wanted to test the pies out and iron out any kinks. I’d made everything before…but never here, and never with the current set of ingredients and equipment.
This three-kilo can of pumpkin is ready for the orders to come flying in.
Picking up from the end of the last blog post, Bethany started showing up to the bakery nearly every day. We had already decided that teaching her how to make the sourdough bread in such a short period of time wasn’t going to work, so we planned that I’d make enough bread dough for the first two days I was gone, and the bakery would be sourdough-less for the weekend. However, Bethany was a quick study on making challah and bagels, both of which Alis was also becoming proficient with.
Bethany and Alis roll out babka dough.
What was missing from the previous post, about my return to LA, was how surreal it was. Antigua life and SoCal life are completely different, in nearly every way. And yet, it wasn’t culture shock that settled in almost immediately upon landing in Los Angeles. It was a disconnect with reality. LA felt familiar, as would be expected. But as I started doing the same exact things I had done before leaving (driving to see friends, walking around my neighborhood, hanging out at my parents’ house), it was both comfortable and bizarre at the same time. It’s hard to describe, but the best way I answered the question when people asked me what it was like to be back, was, “When I’m here in LA, the Antigua life seems like a dream, and when I’m there, LA seems like a dream.” Each place feels normal when I’m there and unreal when I’m not.
Anyway…while I was sad to leave friends and family behind, there was a calmness that returned when I landed back in Guatemala. Red-eyes are never fun, so while there was calmness, there was also a bit of disorientation borne of exhaustion. Jeffrey had been maintaining the sourdough starter, so he met me at the bakery and we sleep-walked through our typical Monday prep. As soon as he was gone, I collapsed!
Jeffrey spruces up the wall behind our main display area.