Dear friends,
Yesterday I received an e-mail from a very dear friend indeed. She is not only a friend but a baking mentor. I’d been worshipping her from afar, in the form of her contributions to other people’s cookbooks, for about ten years before I’d met her, so when I finally did meet her, I was so nervous and excited you’d have thought I was meeting Cal Ripken. It turns out that in a field that is filled with too many people who are kind and funny on the page only to be grouchy and entitled in real life, her written voice *is* her spoken voice, and she is every bit as friendly and funny and smart and just plain good in the flesh as she is in print.
Since she was instrumental in helping me win the WCDH fellowship, I’d written her back in January to let her know I’d won, but I had not told her about the ensuing employment drama. So I wrote her early yesterday morning before leaving for work, filling her in on all of it. Last night I had something waiting in my in-box when I came home. I will not quote her whole letter, but I’ll give you one of the best lines, so typical of her: “Sometimes you have to step off the cliff and trust that you will be the Road Runner, rather than Wile E. Coyote.”
“Can you come in here for a minute?”, boss’s boss said to me as I walked my walk through the packaging minefields, as I do at this time every day.
Dear friends, I will not be unemployed this July. Or if I am, it won’t be because of this fellowship, because LuthorCorp said yes.
Meep. Meep.