Michael, you can be my sous chef any day

I spent this past weekend making over 400 truffles. Why on earth would I do such a thing? Family. A few years back I decided I wanted to make my gourmet truffles for Christmas gifts. I had a lot of fun making them and it was the first time I ever gave a homemade gift. On the whole I would say I don't really like to give homemade gifts. I think people associate them with being cheap, lazy, or taking the easy way out. Now, don't go getting all offended. I'm talking about those people who give everyone a homemade gift and they are all the same. I'm not talking about you individualized basket makers. Anyway, I thought it would be cool to make them so I did it. Now it seems like that's all anyone wants. I am totally grateful and flattered that they love them so much, but sometimes when I have too many to make I'm not so happy.

Michael has learned the process and that helps out a lot. I have to admit I like it when he helps. He takes direction well and is serious about my products. He's well aware that I only have my name in my business. I won't compromise that even for my husband. Yes, these were only for my family, but still processes need to be followed. I have to say he has helped me on several catering events and he kicks ass. Although we are partners in the catering business he lets me dominate him in the kitchen. I really like that. I got to thinking if he had a culinary background would I still be giving the direction? Am I bossy? If I am bossy, am I justified? Does he think I am being unreasonable?

I think if he had a culinary background we would spend a lot more time on "creative vision" and a lot less time focused on the product. I think I'm not so bossy. I think I want to turn out the highest quality product I can consistently. If I was bossing him around he's not the type of person to just take it. He would have told me I was being unreasonable.

I have to go purchase containers for the truffles today. All I want to do is veg. It's cold and dark outside (for us wimpy Arizonans) and my hot cocoa is calling me.