I work at my family’s Mexican bakery. I go in at 2 am and what gets me by is scary stalker stories or paranormal stories. Love and hate relationship with working at night. Anyway these are our conchas we make first thing when we get there. Love the smell when they come out!

The was a bakery that put dehydrated strawberry dust in one. It was so good, but chocolate is my favorite.

You are doing the Lords work, muchas gracias.

Are they flavored? I miss living next to a real Mexican bakery.

We would def be friends! I can’t remember what they’re called but after conchas my favorite are the pig cookies. So so so good.

Sweet bread! Do you listen to podcasts? If so, then The Dollop, The Last Podcast on the Left, and Timesuck might help pass the time.

In SantaAna on 5th st. I’d stop by a bakery and buy an assortment bag of ponduca and take to early class at CSULB , share with folks and blow their minds ! No bread makers in this part of Amish country Pa.
Thank you for helping bring back good memories!

I don’t know you, your family or your bakery but I love all of you. Conchas are one of the things I miss most since I moved to the back woods where the nearest Mexican bakery is an hour drive away

Conchas and mexican cheese cakes are my favorite!

Having moved recently to florida from cali I could cry looking at your conchas. I didnt realize how much I missed pan dulce, especially the elotitos. Man, I wanna go back to cali.

I’ve posted this story before but seeing as you like paranormal stories….

I worked in a coffee shop almost 20 years ago. Did a few things there. Sometimes a barista. Sometimes the baker. The baker had to start early, like 3:30am early. Most of the time, this was cool as fuck. You could smoke a joint on the walk in, play music as loud you wanted on a stereo with a 100 CD changer, and make muffins and scones from scratch in any variety you fancied. Plus, you were home by noon.

The building that housed my coffee shop was, at one time, not a coffee shop. It had three levels and an elevator. The elevator was handy for bringing 40kg bags of flour and sugar up from the basement but it was old, of questionable reliability and generally had a creepy vibe. A vibe whose creepiness intensified when you used that elevator alone, late at night. The basement retained an eerie character, as well, what with its rusty and dark boiler room where the staff smoked cigarettes and wrote prophetic drivel in an old notebook kept on a table with only two chairs. In addition to the break area and storage room, about half of the long basement was a workshop that the handyman kept locked. Eventually, he told me the combination to the lock on the door. I was pleased to discover that it was, indeed, a most excellent workshop with more tools and wood than I’d seen in years and not some horrific torture room. At the same time, the knowledge that behind the plywood was that much more space for something to hide in made me uneasy at times.

So, one night I come in, turn on the music and get to work. After a few minutes, I heard an oddly familiar crash in the seating area. I looked toward the front door but nothing seemed amiss. As you would, I resumed making my muffins and before long had another batch in the oven. By 4:30am my first batch had cooled and I was adjusting them in their pan to help them cool more effectively. That was when I looked up and saw it. A simple saucer for a cappuccino cup, sitting on the floor some six to eight feet from the espresso machine where they’d normally rest. “How’d that get there?” I wondered. After picking it up and putting the saucer in the sink, I recognized the earlier sound. The first barista wasn’t due for two more hours and I needed something from the storage room.

Where’s the bakery?

Where’s this bakery? I need a new job!

Freaking delicious. Just left a job at a bakery where we made these. Will absolutely miss the smell, definitely the best part

Ugh, I know that 2AM feeling. I was more of a “ABBA at the loudest volume” kind of person, but I definitely had coworkers who preferred murder podcasts.

Ahhhhh this reminds me of elementary school in LAUSD. Loved me some conchas. I would get so excited when that was the snack for the day.

You may like to listen to the book Sunshine by Robin McKinley while you’re working (or actually read it, when you’re not). It’s urban fantasy, so you’ve got demons and vampires and magic and stuff. And the main character is a baker. She makes recipes like “cinnamon rolls as big as your head” and “death by chocolate.” She mentions her super early mornings (although most of her mornings are 4 am, not 2 am, unless her car is broken) and their super hot kitchens at various times throughout the book. You might find in her a semi-kindred spirit.

Cudi and Conchas 👌🏻