I’m not a corporation man, I’m a corporation, man. (Thanks Jay-Z)
After sufficiently severing my connection with AIG and enduring the annual process of winter, I’m nearly ready to turn a popsicle pastime into a popsicle profession.
To date, making popsicles has been a hobby – an expensive hobby. Trips to New York, Chapel Hill, Nashville, and California may not have been completely necessary, but proved enjoyable.
Weekly shopping sprees at the Farmers Market have helped me hone my craft.
And a nonstop 19-hour drive from San Antonio to Atlanta with a popsicle machine whet my appetite.
I’m ready to sell something.
