Embarrassment!

Let me tell you the cafe dude did NOT accept the sugar cookies! I didn't even want to do them in the first place, but he asked for them, so I agreed. He suggested if I bagged them, etc., I could sell them, but I said no. Not worth the money and time at all. In fact, they're not even that great, though I turned the extra dough into delicious bite-sized raspberry jam sandwich cookies, which are NOT for sale.

Bread puddings accepted, however, and he seemed to like them, but I told him firmly that if there was a next time, I was going to use the smaller containers (as I'd originally intended) because 1) the price is better for me, and 2) they actually look more attractive if they're rising upwards in the smaller tins, as opposed to spreading flatter in the larger tins he'd insisted upon. Never mind the lower calorie count, 'cause the whole thing clocks in at an obscene 129 calories per ounce, approximately. Plus—this guy plays hardball—he was trying to renege on the heating of the puddings, which I quickly put a stop to. (Hey, I wasn't in the circus—or my father's daughter—for nothing.)

I'm debating now whether or not to warn my peeps, via another dorky email. Subject line: Embarrassment!