Once upon a time,

way back when, Jesse and I were hired by the local bank
for a catering job.
Remember?
Although we were pressed for time,

and a little too harried, for production documentation;
Jesse and I thought this stolen picture fairly accurately depicted
our catering experience with each other.It's our story,
and we'll tell it like we want.

Stress free, full of lightheartedness,
cheerful good humor, laughter,
and looking our best.
As all mother-daughter bonding
experiences should be.

We were jubilant that we never actually had to carry
through and break Calder's arm
if he threw the football in the kitchen and broke another 12
Italian Wedding Cookies
and
that we only had to remake the
twelve loaves of burnt cherry bread two times instead of three
and
that the rest of the family, throwing up nearby, was so patient
and
that Hydn seemed to thrive on a diet of sweet bread
and chocolate for two weeks.

Because if any of those things
hadn't happened, they may have stretched
those smiles a little
too thin to
be believable.

We're now a little smarter,
a little wiser,
and full fledged caterers.
We were asked back for an encore -
Because...

WE
WERE
AWESOME!
Postscript: Thanks to Cache for the fantastic garnishes.
Your radish roses were manly and handsome.