One Week Out...
Well, we’ve reached that part of Thanksgiving wherein I start to question all of my life choices. Specifically, how did I get here and why did I think I could successfully navigate us through 2,000 pies over the course of three days? If you want to do a solid heat check on your self-confidence, might I suggest a ridiculously overwhelming set of deadlines that impacts the success of your business. Gulp.
One week out, here is a selection of some of the more ridiculous things we did today:
We purchased 240 pounds of chopped pecans and that will only last us the weekend. Market price: $1,508.47.
We made 52 pecan pies for just one person (and used 30 pounds of pecans). Time to complete: just under two hours. Time to clean up all the sticky from the corn syrup: just under two hours.
We shipped dozens of jars all over the United States. Furthest destinations: Davis, California and Syracuse, New York.
We tried to do the math to figure out how many eggs we would need for next week. Determination: we lack that sort of complex math ability. Or refrigeration space.
We turned down no less than 25 orders for meringue pies on the day before Thanksgiving. Rationale: there just isn’t enough oven space or patience in this world to deal with persnickety egg whites.
And most importantly, we closed down our Thanksgiving pre-order system at 6 pm this evening. If you heard a huge exhale, it was the majority of Team PJP relaxing into the knowledge that we can now start collecting some final numbers and building a plan for next week.
