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.
