a sign
friday night. slower than usual after 8pm. the basketball game. spring break has started.
jeff on oven. thin spots in the dough bringing us down. i forgot tomatos on a white pie. yvan forget onions on 2 slices of tomato and onion. jeff forgot that one cheese slice. joey keeping me laughing through it all. keeth like teeth and cory in a nuetral mood. it was a good night.
i’ve been reading up on the internet about dough and pizza baking. i’m interested to change the oven baffles and the oven temperature to see if we could cook the pies even faster than we do. i hate to mess with perfection but i do think i still have some things to learn about cooking the pies.
i’m obsessed. i am still hungry to make every pie the best thing you ever ate. the truth be told, only about 80% of all the pies on any given night are probably right. i guess that’s a pretty good percentage but seems like after doing it this long and this much, we could be 95%. i’m dreaming.
the rest of the truth be told, i must have the best bunch of employees this side of the rockies. they cover each others shifts, they clean the bathrooms even when they are really bad. they seem to care, even when customers are mean. they work hard, even when i’m freaking out.
tonight we had a toilet and a table leg break. the rumor was that some customer rigged the toilet to work temporarily, and the table leg will hold the table up for another week maybe.
bud and jerry were playing lightnin salvage and boy, aren’t they the best band for a hundred miles?
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