A Cornucopia of Things...
I fell asleep on the couch tonight...and not in a "isn't she adorable when she snoozes" sort of way, but more in a "wow, she is an exhausted mess" sort of way. After fueling ourselves on sheer adrenaline, caffeine, and panic over Jelly Jar Extravaganza for the past week, we are finally coming down and adjusting to life in a post 2,760 jelly jar world. (And that world is in dire need of several Aleve and 12 hours of uninterrupted sleep.) Just about a week ago, we were prepping the first installment of the massive jelly jar order...a simple 37 six-packs to be picked up early on Saturday morning. Here are a few things we've learned in the past seven days:
- Our math skills will mean that we are consistently one jar short or one jar extra. And I can confirm for you that realizing you are one jar short IS A TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE feeling.
- Coming in second in the race of terrible feelings is making 10 batches of German Chocolate mixture and realizing that you need to mix another batch to finish the last two jars on the tray.
- Going to the Hy-Vee to buy more German Chocolate and then crying when you realize they are sold out because you are the one that bought it all the day before is like the universe telling you to plan better.
- Going directly to Wal-Mart at 5 pm on a Tuesday to buy German Chocolate while in a t-shirt covered in flour, no makeup, and the under-eye bags of someone who hasn't slept in two days will make you question everything about your existence while trying to self-checkout 41 bars of unsweetened chocolate.
- As tired as I am, Jeanne likely feels worse. She rolled 90% of the dough for the jars and I would put my money on Jeanne over Martha Stewart in a dough roll-off any day of the week.
- A machine exists that can roll the dough out for the jelly jar pies and push it into the jars. The list price is $85,000. At 2 am on Monday, we would have called and charged the $85,000 to a credit card at 21% interest if it wouldn't have declined the transaction.
- If we had that machine, we would love it like we've loved few other things.
- Or people, come to think of it.
- Plus the name of the machine is the "Cornucopia KN550" and I feel like it would bring a cornucopia of happy to Team PJP.
- And who doesn't want a cornucopia of happy? It sounds like the cousin of "horn of plenty" and well, why not?
And honestly, "cornucopia" and "horn of plenty" make me think of Thanksgiving, wherein we will be reliving this entire experience again (but in big pie format). I'll start stockpiling German Chocolate now. And Aleve.