Day 22.

Jack and I walked into the shop together this morning carrying so many raspberry cheesecakes. Because I have a certified kitchen, the manager is always making me take home the berries for baked goods and drinks. It's possibly one of the top perks of my job. Next to the little white aprons. Sullivan whipped out the BEST raspberry tartlettes too last night. I think the 3 of us ate about 17 of them while watching movies. And they were gone from the goods-case in about 20 minutes from when we opened. I was a bit distraught. I honestly loved those things too much.
But when I got home there was a little pink box on my apartment doorstep. It was filled with tartlettes. Sullivan. I fall more in love with him everyday.

Total mistakes: 21
Total customers: 76

Brilliant. I did make a huge blunder this morning though. It ended with a cheesecake on a lady's lap. Thank goodness it was the hippie woman. The one who always orders hemp milk in her coffee even though we don't have hemp milk. She laughed it off and said something about karma. Then Jack gave her free vegan blueberry muffins and we were good.

Lila came in earlier. She had to drop off a delivery of pies on her way to college. Her hair was an absolute wreck. A mess of gingerbread curls and snarls. And there was fingernail polish all over her wrists. "Grandma did it," she said sheepishly. She and her brother stared at my shocked face. Jack stifled a laugh. "You should see my hair after grandma does it."
Jack helped Lila clean up a bit before she had to go to her screenwriting class. He was a wonder. She looked like she walked out of Vogue or something when he was done with her. I traded shoes with her too. She was wearing some blue heels that hurt her feet. My boots are a bit more comfortable than point-toed pumps. And I figured I could make it a few hours in those then she could a whole day. They did look nice with my red dress too.

Tomorrow Miss no whip, non-fat milk, soy latte comes back. I am so excited. I can't even say it. I think the manager is too. He called me this morning and told me to take home the boxes of boysenberries in the back room and make souffles. Boysenberry souffles.
I have never made a souffle.
Than he told me to take all the extra raspberry cheesecakes to the homeless shelter and gave me enough money to buy 79 ramekins and 40 dozen eggs.

I've been in my kitchen for 4 hours now trying to get this souffle thing right. I think I finally did. But my red dress is covered in boysenberries. And my hair probably looks worse than Lila's did this morning. And I can't find my yellow pumps, so I'm probably going to have to wear the uncomfortable blue heels.
Sullivan is taking me out to dinner in 12 minutes.
I have to change my dress, fix my hair, look for those shoes, and pull 9 more souffles out of the oven.

I can totally do that.
xo, Delia.