I’ve never been to a baby shower brunch with only cheese/meats/and fruits. I was in heaven!!!
by Cassicakes1983
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UniqueGuy362
When I was a teenager I worked at a feed store that had a cheese shop. The wife of the couple who owned it told me that I could get a 10% employee discount on any cheese box or basket I personally made if I wanted them for gifts for Christmas, so I made up a couple of cheese gift boxes, one for my Grandma, one for my Oma at lunch, and I put them aside in the walk-in cooler.
When I went into the cooler to store some wheels we just got in, I noticed that they were gone, so I quickly made up two more and hid them a little better. At the end of the day, they were gone, so I started putting them together again. My boss, Marion, said “You’re the one that made those?” When I said I did, she said that I was working in the cheese shop the next day. I’m a straight dude with no artistic talent, but I turned out to have a talent for gift boxes and baskets. I pretty much worked in the cheese shop after that, which was better than slugging 88lb bags of feed.
Ever since then, I’ve made cheese, fruit and meat trays for family get-togethers, my kids’ recitals, and parties. People appreciate them, but I’ve never made anything as nice as what you’ve posted.
It had an unintended benefit for my friends. We’d get orders for gift baskets, sometimes with a bottle of wine. One day Marion sent me, a 17 year old, down to the liquor store with $20 and told me to buy a bottle of wine for a basket for a local race horse breeder. The age of majority was 19, and I didn’t drink, so I just walked up to the manager, said I was coming from the cheese shop and I needed a $20 bottle of wine for Jack McNiven, so could she tell me what wine Jack liked. She gave me a couple of options, I told her I had no idea, and she told me which one to buy. I ended up buying at least 3 bottles for Jack that Christmas.
One of my buddies saw me coming out with a bottle of wine and asked me to buy him some booze. I said I’d try and went back after work. I went to the same manager, told her it was my friend’s 21st and that he liked bourbon, but I didn’t know anything about it. She didn’t either, but she pointed me to a customer who knew, so I asked him. My friend wanted Southern Comfort, so I just played along and then said that I think that’s what he drank when it was mentioned. Paid for it and left. Word got around, so I’d buy booze for a few friends. One asked me to buy beer for him, but I told him I didn’t know anyone at the beer store. He convinced me to try, so I went in there and asked for a 2-4 of Canadian. I got asked for ID, which I didn’t have, but just as I was asked, the guy who helped me with the Southern Comfort came out from the back and said “It’s OK, I know him, he’s fine.” Turned out he was the manager. After that I never got carded at the beer store either. What makes it even weirder is that this was a town of 8000 people, everyone knew everyone, and everyone certainly knew my parents, but I was golden. In other towns, I’d just go up to the manager at the liquor store and ask for help picking something out. Nobody every thought I’d have the balls to do that if I wasn’t 19, so I never got carded until I went away to university.
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When I was a teenager I worked at a feed store that had a cheese shop. The wife of the couple who owned it told me that I could get a 10% employee discount on any cheese box or basket I personally made if I wanted them for gifts for Christmas, so I made up a couple of cheese gift boxes, one for my Grandma, one for my Oma at lunch, and I put them aside in the walk-in cooler.
When I went into the cooler to store some wheels we just got in, I noticed that they were gone, so I quickly made up two more and hid them a little better. At the end of the day, they were gone, so I started putting them together again. My boss, Marion, said “You’re the one that made those?” When I said I did, she said that I was working in the cheese shop the next day. I’m a straight dude with no artistic talent, but I turned out to have a talent for gift boxes and baskets. I pretty much worked in the cheese shop after that, which was better than slugging 88lb bags of feed.
Ever since then, I’ve made cheese, fruit and meat trays for family get-togethers, my kids’ recitals, and parties. People appreciate them, but I’ve never made anything as nice as what you’ve posted.
It had an unintended benefit for my friends. We’d get orders for gift baskets, sometimes with a bottle of wine. One day Marion sent me, a 17 year old, down to the liquor store with $20 and told me to buy a bottle of wine for a basket for a local race horse breeder. The age of majority was 19, and I didn’t drink, so I just walked up to the manager, said I was coming from the cheese shop and I needed a $20 bottle of wine for Jack McNiven, so could she tell me what wine Jack liked. She gave me a couple of options, I told her I had no idea, and she told me which one to buy. I ended up buying at least 3 bottles for Jack that Christmas.
One of my buddies saw me coming out with a bottle of wine and asked me to buy him some booze. I said I’d try and went back after work. I went to the same manager, told her it was my friend’s 21st and that he liked bourbon, but I didn’t know anything about it. She didn’t either, but she pointed me to a customer who knew, so I asked him. My friend wanted Southern Comfort, so I just played along and then said that I think that’s what he drank when it was mentioned. Paid for it and left. Word got around, so I’d buy booze for a few friends. One asked me to buy beer for him, but I told him I didn’t know anyone at the beer store. He convinced me to try, so I went in there and asked for a 2-4 of Canadian. I got asked for ID, which I didn’t have, but just as I was asked, the guy who helped me with the Southern Comfort came out from the back and said “It’s OK, I know him, he’s fine.” Turned out he was the manager. After that I never got carded at the beer store either. What makes it even weirder is that this was a town of 8000 people, everyone knew everyone, and everyone certainly knew my parents, but I was golden. In other towns, I’d just go up to the manager at the liquor store and ask for help picking something out. Nobody every thought I’d have the balls to do that if I wasn’t 19, so I never got carded until I went away to university.
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Gorgeous spread!!!