Molly Robison

Maple apple pie babka, also for the menu this week. I love her so so so much. 🍁🍎🍞🍽️

Pumpkin maple cream cheese rolls for the menu this week. 🎃🍁🍽️

I don’t think there’s a world in which I could be convinced that Chuck Lorre isn’t a piece of shit. The way he writes women is all you need to know.

OH MY GOD (a) I GOT AN ORDER (b) IT IS FROM A HUMAN I DO NOT KNOW IN REAL LIFE 🙌

I’ve reached the point where I’m doing a thing I said I’d never do, which is singing for engagement - might as well spread it far and wide just for fun. Singing along to “The Meaning of the Ritual” by Villagers while making cinnamon rolls.

Out of context, I said to my partner, “Please don’t leave and live in a hole in South Dakota,” and he said, “That is a @themountaingoats.bsky.social song,” and I can’t argue with him really.

I don’t like it after 4 PM. I always find myself wishing it was the next morning. Permission to be rendered unconscious between the hours of 4 PM and 5 AM?

Pumpkin Japanese Milk Bread for the menu next week. 🎃🥛🍞🍽️

BEHOLD, SOMEONE HAS ACTUALLY CONTACTED ME ABOUT BAKED GOODS FROM INFORMATION THEY FOUND *FROM A FLYER*.

I’ve been wanting to do a s’mores thing forever because I love the damn things, but I was scared it wouldn’t work. It worked. Oat/graham crust, homemade marshmallow, chocolate ganache, oat graham crumble. I am fond of her. 🥹 🍽️

Asiago onion bagels for the menu next week baybeeeee 🥯 🧅 🧀 🍽️

In the “absolutely heartwarming moments” category, my dear sweet bud from high school/college, with whom I talk not nearly enough, reached out today…for an old chili recipe I made that he enjoyed 😭

Miggy Rojas you simply must stop making the announcers cry my heart cannot take it. 🥹😭

Solskinnsboller, after their 2nd prove, being squished, filled with homemade vanilla custard, and glazed. 🍽️

Went to a local brewery’s lakeside Oktoberfest. There is no way to be angry while drinking NA beer and eating pierogi by twilight. 🍽️

My mother frequently complained that she would wake up “puffy” and I genuinely had no idea what the hell she was talking about; she always looked like her normal self to me. I gotcha now, ma. This is bullshit. 😂

The wild look and sleepy eyes of an old man who no longer waits for his mother to wake him up at 7; he will bring himself downstairs for his breakfast at promptly 6:30, thank you very much.

Baking challah, sitting outside with a cigarette and coffee. Still makes me feel like my dad is going to come outside and “yell” at me by which I mean DO NOT LET YOUR MOTHER CATCH YOU.

A new thing I have also learned is that flyers don’t fucking work. Don’t waste your money.

I will be crying today, it’s just a matter of what completely inane occurrence flips the switch. Let’s find out together.

Having to give up weed because I can’t justify the cost. My brain is a fucking nightmare; y’all thought I was intolerable *before*. My sweet summer children. Just you wait.

Maybe because I woke up sad today I will go to bed vaguely optimistic? That’s how it works, yes?

Oops I hoped.

I fucking hate relaxing.

I’m not even trying to catastrophize - it *genuinely* feels like the more I hustle/advertise/promote, the less engagement I get. It is wild. 😅

Girl dinner.

My fav moment of yesterday - I was hanging a flyer in a bar and I obvs do not spend any time in bars anymore, but some drunk old guy behind me said “hey, hey, hey” semi aggressively and I’m glad my immediate reaction was still to say “hey fucking what” without turning around 😅 There was no response.

My friend is opening a huge fucking restaurant in Milwaukee and he texted me last night - it was just a photo of a man taking a peaceful sunset walk through a field with a dog, captioned “this and you hit me in the head with a brick.” I am so glad I’m not opening a restaurant. 😂

Would give almost anything to not have to hear about that athlete shitting herself anymore, tbh.

So far my understanding of being a small business owner is that it mostly involves waking up vaguely optimistic and going to bed very sad.

When the boomers no longer exist, I hope to fucking Christ phone calls die with them. Believe it or not, you do not need to hear my voice to communicate with me. You do not WANT to hear my voice to communicate with me.