Christmas Queen
It’s Thursday and Jeanne was pretty easy to coax into her weekly blog post today. She must have a lot on her mind, so let’s see. Enjoy! Rebecca
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Hello Thursday Readers! Another week has passed. Nothing really exciting has happened…working and home life can be the same old routine. However, the same daily routine sounds pretty exciting to me! In our corner of the world, Columbia has been pretty mild, which is good since the news is full of cities running amok, and COVID interrupting lives in such a way that most everyone is over it. Everyone I know is ready for this year to be over. I am among those who feels this way. (Rebecca editing to add: She super likes her routine. She also only likes to go to her house, PJP, and the grocery store, so she is pretty much custom made for a pandemic.)
We have been busy at PJP with orders and walk-ins. We made some pretty tarts and a stack pie for Governor Parson’s birthday. I would have like to be a fly on the wall to watch him cut the stack pie. The stack pie dates back about 100 years ago, when communities would come together for a meal. All the women would bring pie and stack them on top of each other. Cutting the stack pie made sure everyone got a sweet taste of every pie brought to the gathering. That tradition however passed away with time. We are thinking about creating a wedding stack pie. That would be fun for the wedding party and also very unique. We will see how that idea works out in the coming fall agenda. (Rebecca editing to add: Forget Pastry Chef of the Year, Jeanne should be named Pie Historian of the Year.)
Today, Rebecca planned a fall epic pie tasting party for the end of this month. We sold out within a few hours. This will be out last pie tasting in 2020. October, November and December are very busy months and hard to keep up with. We already have some corporate orders scheduled and the volume of those orders are daunting. (Rebecca editing to add: Today I asked Team PJP how much money it would take them to do a pie tasting during Thanksgiving week. Basically, they would want ALL OF THE DOLLARS.)
On a last note, I did have a pleasant surprise on Monday. I was talking with a customer when someone came up and stood right beside me. She looked familiar, but I did not remember her name. Her name was Barb and she was one of my best friends in high school. She spent many nights with my sister and I. We had such a great, long visit and she caught me up with the rest of our high school classmates. Some I remembered, some I didn't. I just making comments such as, "Oh really?", and the such. She knew everything there was about each classmate and where they are living now. We have had class reunions several times, but I have never attended. She has been sending me photos out of our school yearbook. I asked her to do this because I think my sister borrowed mine some years ago and never returned it. It was fun to visit those pages again. My granddaughter wanted to look at each photo and asked a million questions. She couldn't believe I was so young! She commented that seeing me at that age was weird. Not as weird as seeing myself in the mirror everyday! Inside I still feel young. (Rebecca editing to add: I used to LOVE looking at her yearbook when I was a kid, primarily because I was a super dork and she was very glamorous in high school so it gave me hope for myself. As it turns out, I was NOT voted Christmas Queen like she was, but we can’t all be so lucky.)
