Literally. I got a Christmas card this year from a very dear lady. A lady I've known for, oh goodness, 40 years now. Wow! I can't believe it's been that long, but it has. Anyway, this Christmas card had a little tiny recipe book in it. Maybe 5 or 6 recipes for sweets and such. I decided I would try to make each and every recipe in this little book. After all, if she had taken the time to send it to me then I would take the time to make them. The very first one was for Baby Kisses. They're meringues with a special treat in them. I've never made meringues before except in high school cooking class and they were very awful. Very very awful. So I vowed to never make them again. But since I was going to make ALL the recipes I figured why not start with the one I would probably dislike the most. They turned out amazing. I made them over and over again. Everyone loved them. Then one day my daughter, Melody, asked me to make some for her work. I did. They were a big hit. She called me and asked if maybe I would be willing to make them for a profit - sell them. What? Someone would actually want to BUY something I've made?? I know this sounds so trivial to most, but my head was spinning and my heart was pumping like crazy. I was more than a little excited. That's when the 'have my own pastry shop' bug bit me again. I've been fighting that bug for the majority of my life, but I've decided no more. I'm gonna go with it and see where it takes me. I may fall flat on my face, but I'll never know till I try. Besides, it's not that great of a face anyway, and it'll heal.
Oh, and by the way, I never sold any of those little chocolate puffs of air ... yet. But it's early, the game just started. People will get hungry and they'll know where to come to fill that void in their bellies.
Until next time ...
Can I eat one?
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