Peterson, Amelia R.

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AMELIA 'MILLIE' RENE PETERSON TWENTY FIVE & PASTRY CHEF CURRENT LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY PREVIOUS LOCATION:  THE HAMPTONS WHAT SHE'S KNOWN FOR // showing up to things on time (a few minutes early actually, but she waits around to not seem too early) making the perfect pistachio macaroon  her 'midwest accent' - though she swears this is not a thing and she speaks normally being THE nate peterson's sister her signature red lipstick that she wears all the times, even to casual functions being too passionate about her baking and going on rants about certain recipes or desserts having a notepad & pencil in her purse at all times in case a recipe idea comes to mind leaving a party or gathering without saying goodbye  WHAT'S IN HER AMAZON CART // WHAT HAPPENS IN THE HAMPTONS, STAYS IN THE HAMPTONS // Before I opened up shop in New York City, I spent a few summers out in the Hamptons working as a private chef. I stayed with the same woman for two summers in a row. She had a beautiful estate out in Montauk with a garden that I always dreamed of having when I was back home in Kansas. While I was working hard to finish creating the idea of Sweet Ambrosia in my head and financially, I was a sous chef at a french restaurant in the city. They let me take the summers off so that I could continue to broaden my career with the opportunity to try out being a private chef. For the sake of this, we're going to call this woman 'Cougar.' The nickname will make sense once I get to that part of the story. Cougar was great on paper. She loved to host dinner parties, have her girlfriends over for lunch and/or dinner and so it lead me to some outstanding marketing and connections for me. The first summer with Coug, she was newly single and was going through a divorce. It was honestly our best summer together. Not only was I able to create and record a lot of my favorite recipes, I learned so much in general. Specifically that I did not want to be a private chef, even if it was good money and good experience. She asked me to come back on for the next summer, and I spoke to her then about my aspirations of opening my own place and that I could take the job but I would be done after that. The second summer was entirely different. In the beginning, it felt very similar. The parties, the glamour, the forty year old woman dramatics and more. It wasn't until I came face to face (literally) with this scruffy as anything man who looked to be about my age,. He was suddenly standing in the kitchen eating the breakfast I had just prepared. He was shirtless, only in his boxers and I couldn't help but notice his back was torn to shreds. I was just about to grab The Cougar when Lucas appeared in my kitchen.  Yes, he was cute and I'm sure confusion was all over my face. Pretty sure I asked him in that moment, "are you the stable boy or something?" He laughed, we talked for a little bit before Cougar came downstairs. As you probably guessed it, Lucas was Cougar's new flavor of the summer. It was obvious she didn't like our introductions, her demeanor was different towards me after that. I brushed it off though, knowing it was my last summer with her anyways. Little notes and poems found their way to me after our meeting. My employer required me to give receipts after I went in town to buy ingredients for the meals. Things were more intense this goaround. She was so neurotic and questioned everything I did after seeing me in the kitchen speaking with Lucas.  Soon I was finding these receipts with poems, and drawings hidden in my utensils, my large recipe book I'd keep on the counter and other random places. If ever Cougar had a night out without Lucas, we'd talk. It was nice, different and I liked him. He made me blush so hard. But of course, one day she found a note. She knew it was my last summer anyways and that I'd be opening my business soon so she asked me to leave quietly and soon, otherwise she'd no longer recommend me to her friends and spew tons of lies about me. My stomach dropped and I was gone. Didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to Lucas or explain. I'm sure he wonders what happened. It felt so unprofessional of me, I really could have screwed things up for my shop. Nate doesn't know anything about this, it's another secret I'd like to keep from him. SWEET AMBROSIA / / My dream come true. What started out as an obsession with my plastic play kitchen as a child, only transformed as I got older. The journey started for me immediately after graduating high school. Culinary school in New York City was the next move. I took the small town Kansas City girl, finally out of Missouri and into the big Apple. I think this scared Nate a little bit. I surprised a lot of people by chasing after this dream including myself. Our sister was the brave one, as was Nate. My anxiety got the best of me a lot but not in these circumstances. I was determined and ready to try out something new. The type of culinary that I wanted to proceed with didn't come to me until after I had completed school and was bouncing around a few jobs. I was a private chef, sous chef, worked in a bakery and now finally, my own pastry/bakery shop. Sweets have always been my weakness and the first dessert I tried to ever make out of your standard cupcakes, cookies and brownies was a macaroon. I was nervous, especially given how complicated the baking time and temperature is for a macaroon. Lauren (my best friend) was my test subject and she still is to this day by the way, has told me that my first macaroon changed her life. After that, I knew the life of sweets was for me. In between working my jobs, I planned out Sweet Ambrosia in a spiral notebook. The recipes, the decor, the display window, the sign, even the blue print of how I wanted the shop laid out. It all was scribbled in a little notebook. I mentioned it to Nate one day and he told me once I found the perfect place he'd support me. I didn't know how to feel about this at first, but we made a deal - he was only going to pay a portion, the rest I could do. My hard work, passion and dedication is no secret to anyone. Sweet Ambrosia has been open for a few months now and I'm getting the hang of being a shop owner myself. The regular or I guess I should call him by his name, Pat. My friends all know him as the regular; they love that nickname for him. We've always spoken in code when it comes to people we have crushes on, makes things more fun. He came in one day, really hungover (I'll never tell him it was that obvious)  and said my cinnamon rolls were bringing him back to life. After our first encounter, he started coming around more. Told me that he couldn't bake to save his life and that he needed others to understand how life altering these particular sweets were. He's so good looking, I can't believe he keeps coming back to Sweet Ambrosia. I know it's for the desserts and all the pastries, but I secretly wish it was for me. Sometimes I get nervous, go on a rant about whatever he's ordered but he doesn't seem to mind. He just lets me keep going and then proceeds to tell me something about himself. Maybe I'll get the guts to come check out his place on a night out with my friends. I'm just about there. It's my turn to return the favor. Plus, I'd love to see him when I'm not wearing an apron covered in flour. WHAT'S HER SECRET // Anxiety struggles fuels me to be more confident and to 'fake it til I make it.' I may come across as put together, funny to those that get to know me, and sweet - but inside I'm a mess. It's a work in progress. I'm doing much better. and the Nate Peterson is my brother. I'm so happy for my brother, but I'd prefer not to tell everyone of his fame. I have the most basic name in the world too, Millie Peterson. No one has ever put the connection together. My best friends know the secret, but the world doesn't need to. They know I have a sister and a brother. I talk about my brother a lot, he's so protective of me, caring, everything a big brother should be and I couldn't have opened my shop without him. But to me, he's just my Nate. In my industry, if word was to get out that my brother is beyond famous - that's all I would be known for. People would come to New York to visit Nate Peterson's sister's bakery, not Millie's. Nate is supportive and he wants me to do my own thing. If anything, he's told me that him being far away and me not broadcasting this information to the world, showcases my ability to do things on my own. And that's all I've ever wanted.  WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT HER // " What's there to say about my baby sister... she's independent to a fault. A couple of weeks after our mom walked out on us was when we really realized she wasn't coming back, and the three of us aged about a decade in a day. Our dad didn't handle it well so suddenly I was the father figure, barking orders and trying to rally the troops. Jill was the academic one, she'd make sure we still went to school and she'd help us both with all our assignments, even though she was a year my junior. Then Millie. Millie had always had an affinity for food, and she kept us fed, on boxed mac and cheese at first but then quickly graduating to casseroles, then seafood, then suddenly she was making ravioli from scratch like it was nothing. It was incredible, seeing someone bloom into a natural talent like that. As a school athlete I was putting away almost 4000 calories a day, which gave Mills plenty of opportunity to test new recipes on me. It was insane how skilled she was for someone so young. These days she denies our connection, cause like I said, independent to a fault. She showed up in London a few weeks ago to surprise me. A small business owner, paying hundreds of dollars to visit someone who makes that in seconds... I'm not saying that to be an asshole, it's just what she's like. I'm so relieved she let me give her a helping hand in opening Sweet Ambrosia. When I first visited I felt a pride more intense than I felt seeing my name on the back of a Chelsea jersey, and I'm not embarrassed to say it made me tear up. I know what she's like, she'll have paid me back in no time, though the money was a gift and I could have given her it all if she'd let me. That's Millie for you. She's smart though, Jill's the opposite, at least once a month I get a drunk video call from her at 3am London time because she wants to prove to some random that I'm her brother. Her most recent ex even went into her phone and stole my number, posting it all over Reddit. So Millie has the right idea, though I had to lock my phone in a safe when she first opened to stop myself from posting about it. She's a force to be reckoned with and one of the main reasons I'm considering moving home. " NATE PETERSON, BROTHER. "I met Millie when we were both eighten years old. She was fresh off the plane from Kansas and I was leaving the west coast for the east coast. We were sitting in a lecture listening to the proper times and techniques of dough rising. We were seated a few seats down from each other in the lecture hall, both kept glancing at each other whenever the teacher would say something absurd or funny. She introduced herself to me when the class was over, and we realized that we had so much in common. Not only did we both leave our small towns, to live out our dreams in New York City but that we loved cooking and baking. It took a few months for our friendship to develop into a deeper one. Though she was sweet, she had a brick wall up in regards to letting anyone in. I found out later it was given that her mom had walked out on her and her family. It was then that I learned she was Nate's sister. I freaked out a little bit, could tell it made her nervous but then said that it was only because it was a HUGE thing. I was also proud of her determination of making her own name. She's too independent, this one. But she's such a good friend. Millie would do anything for me. That includes trying out my ridiculous recipes. While she went into pastries, I'm more into fine dining. But Millie is my test subject, just as I am for her. Sweet Ambrosia is AMAZING. So proud of her for saying after her own dream and making it possible. I mean who can say at TWENTY FIVE, that they own their own business?! The talent is there, her charm and her business idea is what is going to keep the place alive. Love you, Mills!!" LAUREN REYNOLDS, BEST FRIEND. "Met Millie on hinge. First thing I noticed was that she was so hot but cute at the same time. I can't describe it. That's what made me swipe right. She mentioned in her bio about the second date being her cooking and I also was sold. When we met in person, she was a little nervous and shy. I made her blush and you would've thought that she had never spoken to a man before. But quickly came out of her shell, there she replaced the shy woman with a quirky, cute and hot as hell woman who can make the shit out of some sweets. Her confidence would blossom every time we got together. Millie was great, sweet girl but sometimes her being so independent bothered me. We dated for a couple months before I had to move to Seattle for a job. I enjoyed trying to pry the walls down for a few months, and hooking up in her kitchen when she'd bake with nothing but an apron on. I knew the long distance would never last though. Hope she's doing well. " MATTHEW BRENNAN, EX BOYFRIEND.

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