Yes, I'm squirting 62% dark chocolate ganache into my 2 year olds mouth.
Hard at work:
The fruits of my labor:
One order delivered earlier (the sister of the customer wants to give my card to some rich fundraising democrat who has big parties for the likes of the motherfucking Clintons and Al Gore! I can hope....) another box of samples delivered to the wedding chick, and one more basket to get together tonight for tomorrow. I am seriously ready to fall on my face. I frosted for 7 hours yesterday. I see cookies in my sleep. The good thing is...I would fucking vomit if I had to eat one! It's aversion therapy!
Getting back Ruck - Not a bad one, despite still having pant fit problems. Plus new boots. Legs felt strong, and I could feel my back ( not spine) from yesterday's 315 deadli...