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Food on Fridays with Ann
I stepped out of the waiting room to take a phone call from my eldest daughter, who was driving home from cross country practice. She asked if she could stop by the grocery on the way home to pick up eggs, because her little sister had a plan for dinner.
“Of course! Do whatever you want, because I’m going to be here for a while.” I texted afterwards how glad I was that they were independent and capable. I expected they would scramble some eggs to eat with toast.
After I hung up with my daughter, I turned and noticed the nun statue. My parents said that nuns wearing those gigantic headpieces were swishing down the hallway in the hospital where I was born.
I snapped a picture, and headed back to wait.
I was waiting while a friend had surgery.
Waiting with her mom and her aunt.
Waiting for word that all was well.
Eventually her mom and aunt were summoned back, and all was well.
We waited some more while they prepared her room, and then finally, finally we could see her—such sweet relief to set eyes on her, sewn back together and able to chat. After lingering and making sure she had what she needed within reach, I excused myself to head home. She needed to rest.
I climbed into my car and phoned home.
“Are you hungry?” my husband asked.
Suddenly I realized how famished I was after all that waiting. “Yes!”
“There’s a secret dessert.”
“You’ll be served from the moment you walk in the door.”
“It’s quite a place.”
Apparently, my kids did not settle for scrambled eggs with toast; rather, they rolled up silverware in napkins, lit candles, designed menus, and then planned and prepared a full meal.
They took my order, served with a professional air, and cleaned up afterwards.
The Garden Café
Despite limited seating, limited hours and a limited menu, this small establishment offers a satisfying selection of food prepared with creativity, initiative, pride…and love.
It was so worth the wait.
Photos by S. Kroeker.