For Whatever Reason
I couldn’t even tell you where all of my days have gone this week, but I’m guessing they went straight into the black hole of Thanksgiving preparation. Our Thanksgiving order system closes this Saturday evening, so the phone at both stores literally did not stop ringing today. In between fielding the usual questions - no, we don’t offer baby pies that week and no, White Chocolate Strawberry can’t be frozen - we are working on gathering all the pie tins, pie boxes, and ingredients we will need. Because this is my ninth Thanksgiving rodeo, I’ve learned the devil is in the details.
Here’s what else is going on:
Travis is coming back from Dallas to work the Wednesday of Thanksgiving. There’s no one happier about this than me.
For whatever reason, it finally hit my brain that buying 96 ounce cans of evaporated milk would be way smarter, cheaper, and more efficient than the 12 ounce cans as we contemplate making hundreds of pumpkin pies. I’m not sure why it took me nine Thanksgiving to make this finding, but here we are. Though, opening a 96 ounce can of evaporated milk definitely gives an institutional cook vibe.
Speaking of which, my new Hokas had evaporated milk on them within an hour of their straight-from-Zappos debut at PJP Nifong.
We avoided near disaster today at West when we realized that the sugar bucket had been refiled with salt. Thankfully someone realized it before the baking schedule was complete. Since the bucket says SUGAR, I’m still trying to figure this out.
And finally, Jeanne was worn out this week and said she just might quit and leave us with it. I said that wouldn’t be too easy since her name is mounted to the front of the building. She reluctantly agreed, went home to find her new Hokas at the front door, and came back the next morning with a spring in her step. Until she saw the savory case and how much quiche restock she needed to do. I wonder how long until she gets eggs on her new shoes…
