. . . Do Not Cater In Heels

.
.
.
My feet are buggered.

I catered a party last night for 100 people. Granted I only had to do all the appetizers, the salad, the pasta, crudites and desert. (On the original menu was just a variety of bruschetta and salad.) But next time, must remember to get paid for ALL the items.

You may not know this, but I am notorious for NOT making money on my catering. Really. Since my ex partner opened his microbrewery, Jem's Beer Factory, It's all gone downhill. On a sled.

I have never been good with money. (Jem used to take care of the ordering/shopping). But me? I suck at this. I once catered a picnic luncheon and ended up making about $13.(It was the wine that they didn't order- but it was so appropriate at the time!!!). I'm just terrible about estimating the amount of food to prep, and always have to add extra items- one more cake, one more salad, uh wine, etc. (And I use only the best ingredients) But I am a damn good cook.

So last night, my helper bailed on me at the last minute and I had to do the whole lot on my own. Not good. I managed it, somehow, and the food was great. But who in their right mind wears heels in the bloody kitchen? Truth is that I had brought flats, but forgot about them in all the excitement and balagan. Also, I had intended to just do my apps, and then leave. But me being me, had to stay the whole evening. Oh and not get paid for that either.

I am just a woosssss. So I made copious notes on how much to buy next time and what to charge (good move) but I will probably forget I made them and do exactly the same thing all over again. And so it goes. ugh.