As most of you know, last spring I began selling cupcakes out the window of Peter McManus Cafe on 7th Avenue in New York City. All was going well - I had some success, developed a following, got some great reviews - and then all hell broke loose. I started receiving threatening letters from a law firm representing a cupcake company out West with a similar name. Then the weather wreaked havoc on my business plan. (Let me tell you - there is no love lost between humidity and butter cream frosting.) An elderly person ate a cupcake and died. (In my defense, she was very old and dying anyway, but the fact remains that my cupcake was the last thing that passed her lips.) Lacking the financial and emotional resources to fight the law and mother nature, (let alone a murder charge,) I folded like a cheap tent. A couple of months ago, my business FaceBook page disappeared without so much as a warning. My photographs and all the wonderful posts of encouragement disappeared along with it. I just wanted to thank everyone for their support, and let you know that I am well out of the cupcake business.
i had no idea...i just thought you got a full time job. mon dieu.
ReplyDeleteWow, first you create havoc with a sinister banana in the dog park and then you start taking out senior citizens one by one. Who knew!?
ReplyDeleteI know, it was at Christmas time, too. A friend ordered cupcakes to give as office gifts. His colleague brought some to his grandmother in the nursing home who was in and out of conscious and had not eaten in days. She rallied, ate one of my cupcakes, then died. My friend thought it was a sweet story - when he told me I was (understandably) horrified!
DeleteYou can look at it this way...she ate one of your cupcakes and thought it was pure heaven!
ReplyDeletemuch like Jesus, I believe you will rise again like cupcakes in an oven.
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