Yesterday was our bake-o-rama for the wedding. Fortunately we had the use of a restaurant that's closed on Sundays (oh the joys of a small town!) and we worked before and after church.
I was Team Bread captain. Fifty pounds of flour made up into artisan dough before church--it took Bella and me only an hour, unbelievable! I sat through church convinced it was popping out of the buckets onto the floor of the walk-in fridge (it was a very *live* dough indeed!). Needless worry.
With a big convection oven and unlimited huge cookie sheets, we had it all baked up in less than two hours. Go Team Bread!

Meanwhile, Team Pie dealt with two cases of Granny Smith apples and twenty-five pie crusts. Fruit prepped and pie plates lined before church, plates filled and topped with sugary-butter crumbles afterwards. Go Team Pie!

Phyllis loaded her car with baked pies and drove them home to freeze. That's where Team Pie lost a point. Phyllis left the trunk popped (but not open) while she took in one load. When she got back out to the car, Lester the male goat had pried the trunk open and started in on a pie. Final pie count: only twenty-four.