I then shaped the baguettes in the machine and afterwards I shaped
the flutes. I used one of the manually operated dividers to divide the various
pain aromatiques and after preshaping most into boules we did the final
shaping. Each has a different shape or score and there are some cool cutters to
make a visual difference. I can’t remember what all the different flavours were
as there were about 10 or so and some were similar. These all get precooked and
frozen once cool and 2 of each are baked in the morning for the “magasin”
(shop).
I didn’t sleep very well last night so
I was a bit mentally slow or “tête dans le cul” (head in the ass)...I’ve
started from today though to sleep for a bit when I get home after work as its
difficult to go to sleep until after 10 as at 7 or 8 its still light and quite
hot.
We finished early with the bread so we
prepped for the next day, I made the kamut, spelt and rye poolish...the
normal T65 flour costs around 80Eurocents/kg, the cheaper flour for working
with 45c/kg, the farine biologique (organic, no pesticides, additives,
chemicals etc.) around 1.15/kg but kamut comes in
at a whopping 3.45 Euros/kg (R45/kg...eureka flour works out to about R8/kg)
I cleaned out les chambres de
fermentation and after that Alexandre and I took out the glass windows from the
oven to clean. Mr Pozzoli was in the wash-up (la plonge) cleaning the sink and
cleaned the windows himself. He’s definitely the kind of person that I can
respect and look up to. Leading by example, doing prep and production as well
as cleaning. Many people get egos when they rise and think some things are
beneath them, but I’m a firm believer in a little humility going a long way.
Reminds me of working with George Jardine. If he had to ask me to clean
anything now I wouldn’t say no. If the chef is doing it, why wouldn’t you?
After putting the windows back in I
got to have a bottle of that beautiful Badoit water with the fine
carbonation...that stuff is like the champagne of water for me. It’s not
aggressive and harsh on your palate but almost smooth.
There were some burgers left over as
well as mille feuilles (lit means thousand leaves, stemming from the puff
pastry usage) with crème pat mmmmm and a tarte chocolat...sadly I have a
limited capacity for sweet things but they were good.
After work I missioned home and passed
out. I found out that to fix just the little door on the washing machine, along
with the call out fee and tax (in France, all the taxes are crazy high) will
come to around 100Euros...fml. Oh well, c’est la vie. Merde survenir.
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