"What if too many people order?" asked Larry, with some concern, after she left.
"Oh, no, that won't happen," I said. "We did this last year - a few people ordered a few loaves and a couple of dozen muffins, and it was spread out over a 2-week period. She made some money for Christmas, and everyone was happy." And then I went blithely on with my day, secure in the knowledge that most people aren't interested in ordering homemade baked goods from an 11-year-old.
We all know how this ends, right?
Rachel went to sleep with dollar signs in her eyes tonight, leaving me to sit up and marvel at how easily my plans for the week had been torpedoed. Because tomorrow I need to help Rachel churn out the equivalent of 14 loaves of cranberry bread for our apparently hungry neighbors. And damn right I'm taking a cut of that money - cranberries don't grow on trees, you know.
|This gentleman doesn't know what he's gotten me into.|
[Cranberry bog image: Mass Great Outdoors Blog]