After my third follow-up appointment, I was cleared to ease back into work.
Jess didn't have me hauling flour right away. She started me with small-batch recipe tests.
When I made my first test batch of lemon cake, I weighed the sugar wrong and had to start over. I also made the icing too thin, and it dripped over the edges onto the baking sheet.
I looked at the cake, which wasn't much to look at, and felt discouraged.
Sam Bennett was unloading a delivery of eggs onto the receiving counter when he asked whether he could buy a piece to try.
"I messed this batch up."
"Does it taste bad?"
I cut off a small piece and tried it myself.
It didn't taste bad. It just didn't look good enough.
He paid for a slice, ate it outside the back door, and told me to save him a corner piece next time
