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Scarlett  (From It Was All The Daisy’s Fault) took over! You see, Greta owner of Peppermint Sweet, left her in charge over the holidays. She believed Cole “settled” her a bit. Oh, ye, of so much faith! Scarlett will always be herself no matter what, and I believe this Thanksgiving Day letter proves she cannot be tamed.

Hi Peppermint Sweeties,
Happy Thanksgiving! It’s me, Scarlett. The woman who makes all your dreams come true, i.e. spins magic via an espresso machine.

Greta and I would like to thank you for your loyalty and patronage over the last few years. We’ve had a blast sating your sugar cravings and caffeine needs at our little bake and coffee shop—and that’s all thanks to you.

Also a big thank you to all who voted for Peppermint Sweet in the Moorsville Best Of list put out by the town’s City Paper. We would like to congratulate Starbucks, which came in first. Truly. They keep us on our toes. I mean, they don’t have a bistro table in a floor-to-ceiling, front window whose chairs have heart-scrolled backs–and which have seen a dozen marriage proposals over the years. They also don’t have Chloe’s magic pies. Or, my cake decorating skills. But we don’t mind them winning. Really.

Now. On to Peppermint Sweet’s holiday menu! You have parties to plan, catering to order, and wishes to make (remember Chloe’s magic pies).

Chloe’s pie menu has been up for six hours and you all scare me at how sugar-addicted you are. She does have a limit, however, so click here to order. Like, today. Seriously.

After all, you heard about Phoebe and Henry, right? I am not going through what happened between those two lovebirds who fought over the last fruitcake last season. It’s how they met but fighting over a dessert is just sad even if ours will turn your ideas about fruitcake around.

(Waving to Phoebe and Henry who got married last month. We catered. Yes, fruitcake was on the menu.)

Anyway, don’t be them. A wedding coming out of such a confrontation is not guaranteed. Even if you consume an entire cherry love pie made by Chloe.

Instead, be you.

Order on time.

Then get in here because I will sell anything that isn’t picked up and I hate it when you get all sad and we’ll end up back in the kitchen baking together because no way will I let you walk away empty-handed.

(Kudos to Mrs. Stevens who at least brought wine to our late night bake-a-thon when we ran out of the red velvet cupcakes she had to have for an event. Some of them even got frosted before I passed out.)

PLACE HOLIDAY ORDERS HERE. In advance. Really.

Love and Kisses,
Greta, Scarlett, and Chloe