lordy lordy lordy.
it's only december 3rd and in the span of 36 hours i went from bright and cheery as i helped pack up 16,000 rice dinners with my girls & a troop of daisies at the rise against hunger event, happy as a clam (prob because i didn't have to wear that ridiculous hair net they had on) to overwrought, argumentative (with my husband who probably deserves an apology i'm not ready to give him) and deadtired. we need to adjust the expectations people. december ought to be festive and i'm proving to be a giant freakin' bah humbug.
this weekend marked the third straight in record breaking levels of sales. both at the cafe, as well as of holiday catering we just pumped out the good stuff all week long. can i get an AMEN SISTA!! yes!!
we marked the two year anniversary of catchy.'s doors being open and serving up some of the tastiest, freshest food in bergen county. and we catered over a dozen events with upwards of 2 dozen staff out on them making sure our customers didn't lift a finger at their special events. tiring? hell yes. but pretty darn satisfying too. nothing better than watching people dancing up a storm in their kitchens with friends while calvin harris jams out his "feels" and remembering why it was i got into this business seventeen years ago. heating up bbq chicken & waffles and pumping out greek salad cups with my oldest two kids next to me clearing trays and picking up napkins, i realize this is why i do this: teamwork, fun, joy. it doesn't take much to remind me that being tired is fleeting, but making memories for my customers, my staff as well as myself is pretty grand. stop and smell the posies folks, they are pretty damn sweet.
so i'm off to bed and i have no f&*$ing clue what we are serving at the cafe this week. i'm prettyyyy sure the dinners below ring a bell, but maybe that's just the after effects of serving 140 people meatball parm spring rolls last night. you're going to have to cut me a break this morning.