Claire Bennett, and Bennett & Bloom Catering represented twelve years of my life inside one industrial kitchen, three delivery vans, forty-two employees, and a client list I had earned one impossible event at a time.
I started with borrowed ovens in church basements. I knew every refrigerator hum, every scar on the stainless-steel counters, and every employee’s birthday.
That place was not an investment waiting to be cashed out.
It was the life I had deliberately built.
By thirty-four, I was catering museum galas, corporate launches, and weddings booked eighteen
