Monthly Archives: December 2013

Waxing Poetic…

I’m making an Interwebs confession here…I don’t care for New Year’s.  At all.  It is hard to find a champagne that isn’t terribly dry, the year-end speaks too much to the melancholy in me, and there is so much pressure to have an event that ends AND starts your year in a phenomenal way.  I blame it all on too many views of “When Harry Met Sally” and at the very end, Harry runs into a fancy party to tell Sally he loves her and that since he has figured out that he wants to spend the rest of his life with her, he wants the rest of his life to start RIGHT NOW.  (Sorry if that was a major spoiler for you, but if you haven’t seen it by now, we really need to talk).

Another thing that gets me about the year-end?  All the waxing poetic.  I can’t bear to think of how much my children have grown or how I’ve aged another year or how the truth seems to be that time does start to go more quickly as you get older.  I pretty much still think 10 years ago was the 1990s and that we are hours away from 2014?  Well…it sort of breaks my heart.

A year ago…eight months ago…six months ago…I would have fallen off my chair laughing if you told me that I would be blogging this on the Peggy Jean’s website because um…I would have never believed Peggy Jean’s would exist again.  If someone said to me that I either a) would be nominated for Time Magazine’s Person of the Year, OR b) would raise $10,000 on Kickstarter and be thisclose to making Peggy Jean’s Version 2.0 a reality…well, I probably would have paused, laughed, and put my money on Option A.  Because seriously, how could one conversation with Jeanne in September turn into what the last four months have been?

Well, because of you.  You reading this.  You following on us on Facebook and Twitter.  You backing us on Kickstarter.  You believing in this whole thing and in turn, allowing us to believe in this whole thing.  You who have opinions about Contractor Steve and Industrial Chic design and hold out hope that soon you will be able to walk into a physical location and buy a baby gooseberry pie.  You who now know where the Elks Lodge is located and who will appreciate the irony that Jeanne and her husband have become Elks members.  You who liked our Prime magazine cover and you who came to bake with us at the Culinary Adventure Center.  You who read the blog and tell me that you like reading it each day.  You who emailed thoughts and suggests for our future.  You who encouraged us along and never questioned our sanity.  And you who simply sent us good vibes…whether you know us in real life or not.  And most of all, for those of you who do know us and listened to all the good and all the bad and liked us anyway.

Thank you.  This waxing poetic is just for you.  Cheers to AH-MAZ-ING things for us all in 2014.

Happy New Year.



The Countess Dowager

We basically spent our weekend thinking about that apple peeling machine and watching the YouTube video while marveling at the whole 12-19 apples-a-minute thing.  We also discussed all the legit reasons that we should own that marvel of modern machinery.


The company emailed me back this morning and provided pricing.  The number? $4,795…not as high as we were expecting and so we were encouraged.  Does this mean I ordered it today?  No.  That is still a chunk of change to spend on an apple peeler.  Then I think back to one week ago today when we were peeling apples at the Elks Lodge and I would have traded the contents of my house for someone to finish peeling all the apples and it seems much more reasonable to just go ahead and order.  The plan is to see if we can find some used equipment, like our ovens, and perhaps that would free up some funds for our beloved apple peeler.  If we get her, you’ll know because I plan to rope her off with red velvet ropes, give her a spotlight, and name her something regal like Countess Dowager Appletini.  

I also got calls today from Real Estate Agent Mel and Contractor Steve (I don’t get it – on Friday, no one calls me and today I heard from six of my seven favorite people AND Real Estate Agent Mel and Contractor Steve).  Let’s talk about Mel and Steve for a minute – I had a mild meltdown on Real Estate Agent Mel on Friday that may or may not have included me yelling that I was going to freak out if we didn’t have a key to the Buttonwood location by January 2nd.  Perhaps my borderline crazy behavior lead to some action because as of right now, after a lot of discussion and planning over the weekend, our best and final offer has been sent over to Silent Stan.  According to Mel, we could hear an answer any time (which just leads to me checking my email every 4.2 seconds).  I am so hopeful that on the very last day of 2013, we hear an answer that helps plan the future of Peggy Jean’s Pies 2.0 in 2014.





If you showed up here with breathless anticipation of how much that apple peeler costs, get in line behind the rest of us.  The company didn’t email me or call me today and given my desperate email, I probably wouldn’t have been in any hurry to interrupt my holiday week festivities and call me back either.  It is like when you go buy a new car or house and you aren’t supposed to look super eager – I never really mastered that skill.  I’m sure they read my email and thought “oh, her…huh…well we can probably just call her on Monday because she is still really going to want it next week too.”

I also made a call today about finding a different retail location.  I know…I know…it probably should have been done a month ago, but I believed in Silent Stan and I really thought we would never roll into 2014 without a lease.  And we may not be totally out of the Buttonwood space – we are waiting for the mechanical engineers to analyze our equipment and then decide if we need a bigger HVAC system – it seems like perhaps we should start seriously considering some other options in town.

Chief Brand Officer Sherry and her husband know someone in St. Louis who owns some commercial property in town and so I called and he seemed to instantly understand exactly where I was coming from in my Silent Stan woes.  He asked that I call his local property manager – she would show us some options and then if anything looked good, he would come in from St. Louis to discuss with us.  So I did.

And she didn’t call me back.


Everyone that knows me fairly well knows that I’m not a phone person…I’m a texter and emailer.  That said, I have about six or seven people in this world for whom I happily talk on the phone with (and if you are reading this, you totally know who you are, you seven-ish people).  So the irony of me blogging about how no one called me back all day?  It is all very Alanis Morissette.  I spend most of my time hoping no one calls me and today, I just wanted to be called.



Seriously though, I got a lot of great location suggestions from customers during pie pickup on Monday and Tuesday and so if you have something in mind, don’t be shy and leave it in the comments or email me at  We don’t want it to cost a billion dollars per month, require that we secure the lease with our personal homes or our kidneys, and I would like to stay in Southwest Columbia if at all possible.  We only need about 1,000 square feet and it needs to be owned by someone who isn’t interested in disagreeing about HVAC systems for days upon end.

I’ve also watched enough House Hunters on HGTV to know that every single realtor and landlord in the great Columbia metro area just rolled their eyes after reading the above paragraph.  But it must be possible, right?  Or maybe this whole “can’t find a place to rent” thing is what is behind the food truck movement in this country.  You don’t enjoy someone’s parking lot?  Just drive off.  Alas, making pies in a moving truck does not compel us on any level and I prefer to use my Kitchenaid when stationary.  So, a retail location it is.

Ideas?  Bueller…Bueller???