Maybe I should clarify. I froze a number of substances in mouthwash-sized paper cups for the first time today.
I wasn’t alone. A fruitful trip to the Dekalb Farmer’s Market with my friend John yielded $70+ dollars of produce. My brother, and business associate, joined us shortly thereafter for a soon-to-be rewarding trial creation session.
With the information provided above, it might sound strange that my brother and I intend to open a popsicle (or paleta) store in the next two months.
I don’t know if it is unfounded confidence, or untainted genius, but I think I can successfully run a profitable business.
It’s been a brotherly discussion for a couple years now, and if it doesn’t happen and I find myself back in Corporate America, I won’t have enough stories to earn the label of “one of the most interesting white guys on the floor.”
So I look at it as an investment.
1. European adventures
2. Popsicle taste test
3. Status of "cubicle"