Lisbon, Portugal
What is your excuse for not exercising? I know, it is painful, exhausting but think about the reward. You will always look good, better then a cheeseburger, cute and slimmer then Slim Jim Guy. I strolling by the Docas, Lisbon when I saw this gentleman going by. I thought it was a lot peddling on a hand bicycle but once I saw his leg muscles, it was on. No, I say hello to the gym sometimes but not as often as I would like to.
April 13, 2014, Happy Birthday Baby!
I saw this last Saturday at an antique store in Winter Garden, FL and was this close, from purchasing it.
I must confess, as a blogger, curiosity had the best of me. I thought of many reasons the little notes could perhaps, make the ultimate guide to writing beautiful love of parent to child stories, an interesting read but something stopped me at my tracks.
I picked up the jar twice. I turned it around, looked a at it and turned again. I tried to peek through the translucent glass but the notes were so carefully jammed in that not even the Pink Panther would be able to solve the case.
I dragged the jar with me all over the store as I browsed through it. I misplaced it a few times to picking it right back a few seconds later, to finally giving it up for good just as fast as I could sneeze off the dust.
It did not speak to me. I didn’t think it was right. Thought I was violating the person’s trust but one could easily argue, I was not since the jar was up For Sale.
How can parents “love for a child” be up for sale? If indeed the notes were intended for a four years old in 2014, basically two years ago, there must have been a big reason why the jar was discarded and it wasn’t my job to play detective. One could play the devils advocate and assume the notes were intended to be opened when the child was old enough to read but it was there alone, tucked in a corner.
If it was meant for me to have the jar, I would have been Told So. It would speak to me and it didn’t. I would quietly paid for it and walked away with a smile but I didn’t. So, without a tear in my eyes, I laid it back at exactly place where I found it, on the left corner of the second shelf of the bookcase on the last isle.
I could think of a few 100 reasons why I love you, can you?
As the story goes, Jenny was always interested in beekeeping because as she puts it, “it is really good for the environment and I think bees are fascinating!” Well, who am I to argue with that?
The first Christmas she and boyfriend Ben spent together, he bought her an apiary (bee hive) and all the tools she would need to bee keep. Courageous. In my little world, I run to Timbuktu when I see a bee but there she was, taking care of the environment.Â
By spring, she had it up and running, and the bees were producing tons of honey but by then, LePetipie and nothing of the kind even crossed her mind. She had just found a hobby and was not thinking about turning it into a business. She enjoyed and was having fun.
She decided to join the beekeeping club for knowledge and experience.
By summer of that year, she was using honey in everything that for her friend Shannon’s birthday picnic, she decided to make a pie.
Since it was a picnic, she thought a large pie would be hard to cut and share so, she made small pies in muffin tins, using her own honey to sweeten the crust and a concept was born. It was a hit. Her friends loved them. They thought the pies were cute.
Voila! Cuteness is always a prelude to something magnificent. Who better testers then your friends? They will always tell you the truth.
Her beekeeping club was having a festival for National Honey Bee Day so, she decided to bring out her pies to test the water and see what would happened… Drumroll please, touchdown. She sold out!
In the fall of last year, she started bringing the pies out to farmers markets and the rest is history.
You can find Jenny and Le Petit Pie in Winter Garden and Lake Eola, FL farmer’s markets but she will be taking a break soon, changing the scenery a bit by heading out to Denver, CO for the summer. If you around the area, check her out. Trust me, they are delicious and I am not even a pie connoisseur.
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