So, my life is amazingly different over the past year, to say the least. I’m not a baker, cookier…or even creative for that matter. But I know the cookie names of hundreds of cookie artists, and the real names in about 100 cases. I know the location of every Sam’s Club, Michael’s, Hobby Lobby, AC Moore and Mom-n-Pop baking supply store in a 3-hour radius from home.
I’ve purchased more butter in the last year than the entire state of Delaware. I have so many bags of white powder in my car I get nervous every time I pass a cop. I’m programmed to check in anytime I find a store selling cookie cutters. I wait while iphone pictures are taken of completely random items since they could be used to inspire a cookie design later.
Saturday mornings often involve a cookie delivery before heading off to whatever else is planned. Late nights and dirty aprons. But you know what? It’s all great. Amy is doing what she absolutely loves for a living. She sets her own hours, she sets her own terms. Customers love what she does. Here's a sample of the comments from some of her cookie pictures:
My wife even created a baked goods table for my son’s Pop Warner football team. She made a variety of goods- not her decorated sugar cookies, but brownies, rice crispy treats. She was able to take what she loves and help the team. It’s probably not a coincidence that every time my son’s bring home a request for an upcoming event, Amy always picks baked goods. Even though a bag of chips or juice boxes would be SO much easier.
So things are different, but different isn’t always bad. Sometimes, it’s very sweet…