I reach the bakery by 6 A.M. to begin prepping. Jason is not down yet, but that's exactly what I expect after his wild night.
After doing basic cleaning in the kitchen, I knead the dough I left overnight and put it in the oven. I time it, and begin to measure out ingredients for the beef sauce some customers like to eat the bread with.
I leave the kitchen to the main restaurant to clean, and by the time I'm done, it's 5:30 and the scent of oven fresh bread permeates the place. Jason comes down right by this time and grunts a greeting on the way to the kitchen. I look at the place he just passed, startled.
I wasn't...exactly expecting for him to be in a happy mood. But I don't see why he'll be grumpy when I didn't do anything wrong, especially after last night when I thought we'd crosse
