Might Be The Biggest Week of My Life

Yes, I just invoked *that* level of intensity.

This week is the "make-or-break" week. Well, no, okay, not really...but it's pretty damned important.

First of all, my mobile unit business (aka Food Truck) is very nearly all-systems-go. One last visit to the truck doctors and WanderLunch will be ready for its Kickoff Week.

Yeah, no more messing about. Time to get real. Or something.

To start, though, I'm catering a private business function on Tuesday, and the menu looks like this:

Hummus and Vegetable Cups
Butternut Squash and Sage Pesto Bruschetta
Caprese Cocktail Meatballs
Dulce De Leche Bars
Mini-Strawberry Mousse Parfaits

For visuals, this is what I mean:

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The request was for simple fingerfoods, and the time frame is 4-6:30. Early evening...which to me, screams for light fare. Hence, the above. There's quite a bit I can make ahead and prepare in advance, which will make Crunch Time no so crunchy.

That's Tuesday. Let me get through it first, and then I'll come back and tell you about the rest of it.

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