Let The Games Begin
Late this afternoon, we delivered 4,000 tarts to a single customer…so, what I’m saying is that we’ve been pretty busy these past few days. But it’s fine. We are fine. Everything is fine.
Let’s catch up:
Jeanne is 80% better from her bout with pneumonia. WHEW. I’ve missed seeing her every day, but I’ve banned her from PJP until at least next week. And even then, she’s only allowed to supervise for a few hours.
We’ve closed all orders for the rest of the week. Our order pickup report for tomorrow is five pages long and includes basically every pie we make. There’s even an Old Fashioned Raisin and I can’t even guess why anyone would want a raisin pie the weekend before Thanksgiving. (Or ever.)
The president of Sysco stopped in to meet us yesterday. It’s a whole story we can discuss post-Thanksgiving. Don’t let me forget.
Our equipment was delivered to PJP West End earlier today, but I’ve had no time to go see it yet. But, the driver called me to tell me the alarm was going off in the space and I said that we didn’t have an alarm there yet (please don’t rob us because I can’t even handle that). As it turns out, they had the wrong address and THEY WERE IN THE WRONG STORE. I have so many questions.
Next week we will make a few thousand nine-inch pies. We ordered a new commercial can opener, but we aren’t installing it until Sunday as the official ceremonial start to Thanksgiving Week 2021. It’s like the lighting of the Olympic torch. Let the games begin.
