My sister recently ordered cookies. She said, “My Boss Likes Giraffes” – and I said, “Um…long skinny neck cookies don’t ship well.” And like a good little sister she said, “Whatever you do is fine. I love you. You’re my favorite sister.” And said, “Well…as long as I’m your favorite sister.”
Fig Tales – Wedding Henna Cookies
I went to a food blogger’s conference earlier this year. I met amazing people that are doing amazing things in kitchens much smaller than mine. I met creativity personified. I was inspired. They asked me about my blog. I shuffled my feet.
I told them my story about how I almost bought a charming bakery in a quaint little town steps from a lake. I captivated at least 1 person with my short tale of how I nearly quit my
shitty unfulfilling job with an “I Quit” cookie bouquet. The cookies were baked, stuck on the sticks. The arrangement was as bitter sweet as 2 pounds of confectioner’s sugar could be. Then at the 11th hour – I did not buy a charming little bakery in a lake laden town.
I had everything in place, blog, website, LLC, insurance, hope, support, encouragement, to buy a bakery that I didn’t buy.
I became reflective. I stopped baking. I stopped bringing in treats for my co-workers. People asked if I was looking at other opportunities and I would smile and reply, “Well, maybe someday I’ll look again.”
Then this summer – I changed jobs. The heavens parted (largely in part to my family’s devotion to Novenas!) and I landed a sweet new gig. A gig that means I can only have 1 job vs. the 2 I normally hold down. It’s always nice to have a spare job when you need it. I liked my part-time job. I liked the people at my part-time job. They are the ones who pleaded and begged and grovelled and lavished me with undue praise until I started baking again. And now I will only get to see them on the occasional weekend.
God’s timing is funny, however, because no sooner had I mourned my lost wages (and my legions of eaters) I let people know I had time to bake – and they said, “Hey – I need cupcakes for this, and cookies for that, and a cake for this.”
I am blessed beyond words. So this is my blog – starting today – in the middle of the night on a totally random day in August. No grand announcement – no big reveal. But I’m committed to sharing my story a little bit at a time.
I still would like to see someone quit their job with a cookie bouquet. If you know someone and they’ve got an awesome story – send them my way. I’ll evaluate the situation and if warranted I’d gladly send them my Fig Tales special, A “Sugarcoat the Bridge You Burn” Bouquet.