Patty (right) and her mother, Jennifer, at Patty’s pastry pop-up. When Patty started her pop-up three years ago, she recalled being in the weeds and behind on orders. Her mother hopped in, and has stayed ever since. — The New York Times
Jennifer Lu stands quietly behind a wooden counter modestly adorned with a golden bucket of candy and red flags celebrating the Year of the Snake, which also happens to be the name of her daughter Patty Lu’s pastry pop-up.
On that particular day, Patty stands zenlike and laser-focused, flipping pastries with chopsticks in the fryer in the cavernous commercial kitchen they operate out of in Berkeley, California. But Jennifer admits later in a phone call that they have sometimes fought in front of customers – loudly.
