Lunches at the prison

Went to our usual lunch at the prison and this sign greeted us.  New always means increased prices.

New menu and new prices.

They took away the breakfast items.  Not a lot on the menu that is vegetarian.  We had grilled cheese sandwich with french fries.  Not very original and very greasy.

With the prices up and now the menu being just like any other burger joint, we agreed that we may not be frequenting Serving Time.   Pretty sad.  We really enjoyed coming and looked forward to the beginning of the week.  We will have to find some place new.

Working late

This picture was taken at 3:58am this morning.

Count the boxes…. Yup, 47 of them.  47  3 feet sandwiches.  That is 141 feet of bread that we had to bake!

We started at 4pm yesterday evening.

We kept feeding the oven and proofer with bread.

We had bread everywhere!  This is only a little bit of what we baked.  Every counter had bread on top.  All the bread cabinets were full of either bread ready to go into the proofer or baked bread.

Every time the oven timer went off I heard, “George, where am I going to put bread this time!”  🙂

We worked as fast as we could throughout the night.   We did have a dinner break, and around midnight we had to take an hour or so to take care of an emergency.  I cut my finger quite severely and had to find band-aids.  I’m not up this late very often…ok…never up this late.  We had a hard time finding a store that was open 24 hours.

My dad kept up with the box making and rearranging the fridge to make sure we had enough room for 47 boxes!

He wouldn’t smile for me.

Around 2:00am I was getting pretty tired.   My feet hurt even with wearing my old woman compression socks.

Always keeping a full oven and proofer.

Cutting bread.  Again.

Sandwich after sandwich!

We do work well with each other.  My mom kept the bread coming.  As soon as one sandwich was done, more bread was on the table waiting to be assembled.

3:00am. We still had more sandwiches to build!

Still no smile 🙂

3:58am and we are done!

I forgot to take a picture of the walkin.  It was stuffed!  My dad worked hard all night trying to get every box to fit.

Happy Birthday

Paul wanted to celebrate his birthday by taking Eli sledding.  A quick trip to my parents for a sledding inner tube and we were set.

It snowed very little yesterday, but we had enough to make it down the hill several times.

It was 14′ out there.  It was frigid!

Eli had a great time and even let us have a turn.

 

 

We came home and put Eli to bed.  He was exhausted running up the hill 80 times.  So, it was just the two of us for birthday apple pie and homemade ice cream.

Happy Birthday!