Ok, I had an order from a local charity for some cookies. She wanted 25 dozen artist pallets. I said no problem. She said the cutter was about 3 inches and she would send me a pic of what she wanted along with the $ in advance.Now stupid me said that all she had to pay for was the ingredients and I would donate the labor. I got the cutter 6 INCHES! Huge!
I had to add on to the price, called and she was fine with it. I waited for the $ and waited. She said the request for was still in the works. I started on them two days before because I was running out of time. What a mess!
I ended up calling some of my family in to help, showed them exactly what to do. It seemed too much icing was used and it dripped everywhere. Couldn't tell what the designs were. On top of all that I was 1 dozen short because a whole tray was burned. I was up until 7:00 in the morning trying to fix it. She said it was ok and she seemed perfectly happy with them. But I hated them. Didn't even get a picture because I was so ashamed of them.
oh you poor thing.....I just HATE nights like those and believe me I've had them!!!!!!! So you don't have ANY photos??????
None I was really excited about this one too. Oh well. She hasn't said anything yet about all of the drippy icing. I fixed it as well as I could. I really just wanted to forget the whole thing.
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