Perspective Change

I had a scurrying mouse’s view of my mother’s freshly baked dessert.  Her scrumptious Chocolate Crinkle cookies, covered in a white snow, were my first guilty pleasure.  Standing on my tippy toes, I desperately wanted a taste of my mother’s freshly baked cookies.  I was a fingertip away as I felt a pair of eyes focus on me.  When a white flash blinded my vision of this forbidden treat, I hopped away from the counter.   Trembling, I slowly turned towards my mother, expecting to receive a scolding. Holding a camera in her hand, she pulled me aside saying, “Make room for the bar stool, Cookie Monster!”  Pleased to see her smiling, I knew she was ready to capture me saying “Cheese!”  I climbed up onto the bar stool, now with a bird’s eye view of those delicious delights and a big smile on my face.

            I had a similar trembling feeling as I strolled into the Terrier Bakery for the first time.  I never imagined that one day I would be working in a bakery.  I had a stomach full of butterflies, like a girl during her first day at a new school. I knew that making cookies would not be like an afternoon in mom’s kitchen.  It would be a meticulous, busy and collaborative endeavor, but I was ready to charge the mountain.  I was placed in charge of helping to prepare buckets of cookie dough, followed by hours of baking and delivering the finished products. Despite my initial trepidation regarding the work and time commitment, it has been a very rewarding experience.  The bakery has become its own separate classroom; teaching you how to run a business; manage your time; improvise; and properly bake cookies.  Despite all of the work, I still enjoy my, Emily Gilmore’s, bird’s eye view.