Every summer Bill and I bake for our lives. Never has that been more true than these past two summers. When covid prevented us from opening until July last year we thought; if we don't make it, well, we've had a good run. (Not quite so calmly - believe me, we were anything but calm at the prospect of losing everything we've worked so hard for.) All we wanted was for The Little Tart to survive so we could open again this year.
And we did!
We had hoped this year the old normal would make a comeback. It didn't but at least this time we were prepared for how we would operate, accommodate the regulations, keep everyone and ourselves safe. In that we were confident. We had done it once, we could do it again. Again, all we wanted was for The Little Tart to survive another year - to have a good summer so we can look forward to next year.
And here we are at the end of another summer season - our thirteenth - already looking forward to our fourteenth.
I haven't been posting much online these past two years and for that I apologize. I miss creating the write-ups and videos that have kept us connected here but survival has been front and center and it has been impossible to think of anything other than "just get through" with the hope that maybe next year...
How fortunate we are to be able to say "maybe next year". But we're not done yet! We're moving into our fall season which begins next weekend. We're slowing things down but we'll be making baking until Thanksgiving!
So, here we are. You pulled us through another summer. I have spent the past two weeks trying to compose the words to express our gratitude, our adoration and love for you who keep The Little Tart operating year after year. You have been tolerant with the changes we've had to make, patiently stood in line ups, trusted us to keep you safe and have, once again, given us the gift of time.
We are grateful, we adore you, we love you. Thank you.
P.S. As you can see, we suck at selfies.
