It Senses Fear

Because National Pi(e) Day was on a Monday, last week felt 10,000 days long. By the time Saturday afternoon rolled around, I was ready to not look at either PJPs for a hot second. Here’s a catch up on our busy week:

  1. We did a six flavor March Epic Pie Tasting on Thursday with a St. Patrick’s Day theme. It was our first run at making it available in both stores, which seemed fitting timing since we also did our first dual store holiday last week. Ultimately, we learned that we can do Epic Pie Tasting in two stores with no problems. And also that really, really, really few people enjoy mincemeat.

  2. Jeanne’s twin sister visited last week, so Jeanne was excited to show her PJP West End and meet new members of Team PJP. Within 10 minutes of arrival, Janie had an apron on and was doing dishes. It runs in the family.

  3. Speaking of, I had a little meltdown on Saturday because everything felt very out of control and I’m someone who very much needs things to feel in control. Once we were done baking at PJP Nifong, we all emptied all the ingredient containers and washed them and refilled them. Plus a deep clean of the refrigerators, freezers, and a wipe down of all shelving and the blue wall. Woof. Call me Jeanne.

  4. Over at West, we’ve been engaged in dumpster wars that make our Subway dumpster woes pale in comparison. I’m still thinking through it all to share the story with the correct perspective, but in the interim, please know that three food establishments and one soap store make for overfilled dumpsters and an amazing amount of drama.

  5. I’m going to need room in the dumpster for our $5,000 refurbished pie press. We’ve owned it for six weeks and almost every single day, it has some sort of issue. Fixes include, but are not limited to: using a hammer to knock it back into place, using a paintbrush to paint hydraulic oil on the parts, turning it off and letting it rest, and turning it off and turning it back on. I’m surprised the company hasn’t advised chanting over it while shaking a chicken leg. Basically, that thing senses fear.