As I write this post, I have just concluded the fourth week of the bakery’s existence. It’s been a tiring, exhilarating and delicious start. Like any retail business, it’s had its ebbs and flows. There are periods where no one comes in for an hour or two, and then we get a rush of people all at once. No way to predict it, no way to plan for it. You just have to be ready to drop whatever side project you’re doing and tend to the customers.
Between being open five days a week and using a sixth day to prep, there hasn’t been much time (or energy) for much else. I try to get outside when I can, but I’m often much more inclined to retire upstairs to the couch at the end of a long day on my feet.
Here’s a look at what weeks two, three and four brought:
Adding some herbs to my small outdoor garden.
The fact that I actually opened my own bakery last week is still very bizarre. It makes me think back to my previous career as a teacher. After volunteering in classrooms in college, and working as an assistant while getting my teaching certificate in grad school, I was always under someone else’s purview. As much free reign as I might be given, as much independence I may have earned, it was still always someone else’s classroom. When I finally became a real, honest-to-goodness teacher and had my very first class, it was unreal. “I’m the one the students go to first when they need something?” “I get to make all the decisions?” It took some getting used to.
Fast forward seventeen years, and there’s very little difference. I went to pastry school. I worked as a newbie in a bakery. I worked as a slightly more experienced baker at the next job, where I was given more respect and latitude. I got my first recipe on the menu (just like teaching my first lesson as an assistant). Eventually I even got to be part of the opening of a bakery, hiring staff, designing the schedule (just like student teaching). And now…now!…I actually have opened the doors of a bakery I created myself – although with plenty of input and assistance from others – and I still don’t quite believe it.
While Memorial Day weekend isn’t really a thing here, I kind of had an American-style celebration anyway. On Sunday, I headed out towards the area called Escuintla to a private finca (coffee plantation) called Finca El Zapote. While no longer an actual coffee plantation, it is now open to the public either by renting out one of the guest houses on site, or during their infrequent public days.
On this particular weekend, my friends Marina and Lico had arranged for one of the large guest houses for the weekend. Everyone was invited to come out Saturday and spend the night, or just visit for the day on Sunday. Due to Caoba – and lack of transportation – Saturday was out for me. But fortunately, some people heading out on Sunday morning had an extra seat in the car for me and off we went.
I had heard that it was important to have 4×4 vehicles to get there, especially during the rainy season. While the destination was only about 15 miles from Antigua, the last third of it (by distance) was over unpaved, rocky, bumpy roads. And you’d also need to cross some small rivers. It turned out that there were four rivers to cross, and we were fortunate it hadn’t been too rainy lately. Here’s our car crossing the fourth and final (and deepest) river:
After my third straight Caoba Farms Saturday Market, I spent a good portion of Sunday relaxing. I read, I cleaned up, and I did a little bit of prep for the week. Then, I went out exploring.
Carrot Cake pastry at Ganache.
After the big day at Caoba on my second weekend, I was looking ahead to what more I could do. Sure, I could (and would) bring more products to the market, but I also wanted to expand my repertoire. I’d been telling people, “Yeah, I’ll have that soon,” or “That’s going to be down the road a bit,” when asked about certain products. But instead of procrastinating, as I had been, I decided that when I published the coming week’s schedule and menu on the Canela Antigua Facebook page, I would commit myself to some new products.
Time to step up the game.
With the busy weekend, and my first Saturday market, behind me, I was able to look ahead to a calmer, but still full week. Just like with Smorgasburg last fall, gearing up for the first outing was the hardest. Now I had systems in place, plenty of dough ready to go, and all the little things (signs, business cards, etc.) in order.
Monday morning bread. The best looking loaf I’ve made so far.
As May began on a Monday morning, I was getting off to a busy start to what could be a very crazy month. Would my bakery be open before June rolls around? Perhaps. But whether or not it is, there was plenty of business to take care of.
Clear view of Agua during my morning run.