Monthly Archives: December 2015

For You.

If you’ve been a reader here for long, you know that New Year’s Eve simply slays me.  Cue up Auld Lang Syne and tears spring to my eyes because the marked passing of time hits me right in my melancholy heart.  Even if you give me a party hat.  Or a sparkler.  Or a champagne fountain.  It doesn’t change that another year is gone, right?  (Well, the champagne fountain might help.  It might help MARKEDLY, actually.)

But I couldn’t let the last few hours of this very epic first calendar year of business pass by without at least thanking each of you.  I mean, really…THANK YOU.  You’ve become our friends and wanted the best for us.  On more than several occasions, you’ve taught us to be better people by showing us grace and kindness that I’m not sure either of us had before you came along.  I think about so many things differently at the end of this year because of so many of you and I’m not sure a person could ever receive a more wonderful gift than that, are you?  My takeaway from the end of this first calendar year is that the world is full of so many kind and thoughtful and vastly interesting people and befriending them really is the gift that keeps on giving.

So maybe you stopped by and bought pie.  Or maybe you mentioned us to someone who didn’t know there was a local pie store.  Or maybe you mailed Jelly Jar pies to a friend.  Or maybe you took pies to work or to a friend.  Or maybe you volunteered with us.  Or maybe you just stopped by to see how we were.  Or maybe you hosted a baking party.  Or maybe you attended a PJP event.  Or maybe you followed us on Facebook or Twitter or Instagram.  Or maybe you live far away but you check in on us via the blog every night.  Maybe you simply stopped and sent us some good vibes when you knew we might need them the most.

Whatever it was, please know it never escaped us.  We noticed it all and felt all the positive energy and it pushed us through when we weren’t sure what else would.  THANK YOU.  Thank you times 80 million.  There aren’t even words for our gratitude, but we would never want to stay silent about it.  So imagine us on the rooftops with a champagne toast to you.

Happy New Year.


Team PJP

Well Now.

Well now.

A belated Merry Christmas.  Happy Holidays.  Or just a simple early Happy New Year’s, if that is easier.

You might be wondering how the days prior to Christmas shook out at PJP Buttonwood.  In fact, Facebook emailed me a message earlier this afternoon to remind me that I hadn’t posted on our Facebook page in SIX DAYS.  And trust me, Facebook, the six days were entirely justified.  We enjoyed nine straight days of 3 am start times and then finished out with a straight 28-hour baking schedule for Christmas Eve pickups.  From there, we moved straight into Christmas Eve and Christmas Day celebrations and a weekend of even more Christmas.

I suspicion that today is the first day in weeks that either of us have felt marginally like ourselves…likely because we’ve both logged some long hours of sleep.  But back to last week – I was so terribly proud of us that I cried on Thursday (or I could have been overly tired, either way).  By our 9 am open on Christmas Eve, we had each order finished and bagged and even had extra pie for sale.  The baking space was cleaned to Jeanne’s standards.  We were freshly showered, with full makeup and hair.  It was completely zen and holiday tunes played softly in the background.  In short, it was exactly how I saw our very first Thanksgiving at PJP (and we all know how that shook out…it only took five or six major pie holidays to make it finally happen.)  It was all very Nora Ephron’s Shop Around The Corner, thank you very much.  Finally.

How we got there is an entirely separate story.  Baking for 28 hours without stopping is just as you would expect it to be.  (If you want a glimpse, think one argument, a pie tin crisis, and finding corn syrup in your hair).

But whatever, because PROGRESS.  At least now we know that facing a major holiday with a significant number of pie orders and finishing ahead of schedule is possible, indeed.  And I’ll take that knowledge and hold onto it with a death grip into 2016.  I mean, you would, wouldn’t you?

And while we are on the topic of owning Christmas, remember that we are closed this week.  Between you and I, I’ve suffered Xanax-level anxiety over this decision.  But that said, living a little non-PJP focused life for a few days is already spurring some creativity that I lost around mid-November.  Also, I’m binging on Netflix’s Making A Murderer and living my preferred sleep schedule of going to bed at 1 am…not getting up at 1 am.  On Jeanne’s end, we gifted her with a Roku for Christmas.  She’s previously only had Netflix on her computer and now that it is on her television…well, you’ll be lucky to even see her in 2016 honestly.

Jeanne gif

And long story short, in pursuit of creativity, television, long hours of sleeping, and seeing the sweet faces at home that missed us during November and December, I’m making peace with the next five days.

3 AM

For the last week (with the exception of Sunday), Jeanne and I have started our PJP day at 3 am and finished each day around 6 pm.   Which is say that the blog silence on Wednesday and Thursday was sponsored by 3 am.  And the dark circles under our eyes in the late afternoon were sponsored by 3 am.  And any sort of stabbiness between us last week was sponsored primarily by 3 am.  BECAUSE 3 AM IS REALLY JUST THE WORST.


  1. 3 am takes forever to text you back.  And even then, only uses emojis.
  2. 3 am overuses exclamation points.
  3. 3 am blows up your Facebook feed with political rants.
  4. 3 am asks 1,000 questions before ordering at Starbucks.
  5. 3 am resells Adele concert tickets on eBay for $12,000.
  6. 3 am hates House Hunters Renovation.
  7. 3 am offers you skim milk for your coffee.
  8. 3 am eats your secret stash of holiday M&Ms.
  9. 3 am posts endless workout selfies on Instagram.
  10. 3 am pays by check.