Wednesday, June 2, 2010
"What a great idea!" so many people said about the Gilded Lily, and it was. However, I couldn't handle the stress and the juggling of obligations that goes along with starting a new business. Sara was on a high every week after we prepared dozens of meals, salads, desserts, soups and bread. I was bringing her down with my clenched jaw and anxiety.
It all hit the fan after I stroked out over the fried chicken and ribs. Which is a bit ridiculous since I cooked neither the fried chicken nor the ribs. Sara was the one who worked the smoker at 2:00am in the middle of a hurricane. In the end, it was the red velvet whoopie pies that pushed me over the edge and I don't know how many batches of mac 'n' cheese I made to fill all the orders. All I can say is, it took driving the long way home by the beach after all the deliveries on Thursday to get my breathing back to normal. Maybe it was the madness of constantly flying by the seat of my pants. By now, most of you must know that I can be a bit anal and need my life to be as organized as possible. So, in order to preserve my sanity, I resigned from the company.
Sara may continue on with the venture in some form. After all, it was her brilliant idea in the first place. She came up with the logo, the name and the concept. I just went along for the ride. I'm hoping all the adventurous customers we got hooked will still be able to eat her incredibly delicious food. As for me, I'll be organizing my silverware drawer until all is right in my world and driving by the beach to regain my composure.