Seriously, Gang:
OK, semi-seriously maybe. I hate egg salad sandwich days. Edna refuses to order ready made or pre-cracked eggs. Or, heavens-to-Sam-Huston, dried eggs. Nope we boil 'em, crack 'em and mix 'em. "Locally sourced" we advertise. We ought to even put that on our match book covers. Yes, we still give out free book matches. Know why? Cause people still use them to clean their finger nails and they're softer than toothpicks. Almost sort of dentist approved.
After the last of the noon crowd dishes are done, we're all going to gather round and crack hard-boiled eggs. A few people from town have joined in to earn a free sandwich and chips. That's Edna's labor incentive program, section E: work a little, eat a lot. The one thing she will not allow is for anyone who can't pay their bill to wash dishes. She's most strictest about dish washing that anything else in the cafe. A few of our new high school graduates may come in for one last time before they ship out for basic boot training wherever they're going. I heard of a young gal from over by Dulcinea that got accepted to the Air Force Academy and aren't they ever proud over that! A farm girl and they grow tough. In the whole 113 year history of Loon Center I don't think we've ever had an academy kid. Well, we got good kids anyway.
Oh boy, here comes the first pot of eggs off the stove. The guys drain the hot water and the eggs chill in ice water so you can touch them. Since we have an ice machine we can force cool them. I think there's about 20 minutes to loaf before the Egg Crackers are called to order.
So, thanks for coming by. Wear your poppy.
Jenn
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