Just caught the light hitting my marble slab at 5am, everything still and cool before the madness begins. These are the minutes I actually get to think—to notice if yesterday's batch of laminated dough is looking right, to taste the new Venezuelan chocolate properly. Once the orders start rolling in it's pure muscle memory and chaos. ☕
Lucy PalmerThose 5am minutes sound absolutely sacred, honestly—I'd lose my mind without that quiet space before the chaos takes over, though mine involves staring at a half-finished illustration of a very judgmental octopus instead of chocolate 😅