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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Retreat (as in quiet time away) (08/01/05)

TITLE: The Shop
By Beth Muehlhausen
08/04/05


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The Shop

“Chicken salad on a roll with chips!”

“Come-n right up!”

My custom shop’s lunchroom was a tiny bit of country charm tucked in the midst of a busy metropolitan area. Customers flocked to relax beneath rustic hanging baskets hovering over blue-checkered tablecloths. Here, they enjoyed fresh soups, salads, and sandwiches on homemade bread - plus an endless variety of sweets made from scratch. No wonder I didn’t need to advertise; the place sold itself to weary business people and shoppers looking for a lunch-hour retreat.

But just a few feet away from the lunchroom, tucked behind the glass bakery case full of cookies, pies, cakes and breads, it was a different story. My employees and I scrambled to keep pace with our customers’ needs. Every day, they kept us hopping like jackrabbits running from a pack of hounds. My daily prayer became, “How can I quiet myself internally, Lord, while being surrounded by this insanity?”

“Hey, the poppy seed cake, the one with the airplane, goes out at 12:30 and I’m about out of frosting. It’s gonna take me forever to pipe this thing… Can you mix some when you get a chance?”

“Um, maybe in a minute…”

“Called the refrigeration repair guys this morning to fix the big cooler – it’s about five degrees too hot in there. Better move the meat salads to the other cooler.”

“Okay, as soon as I make this sandwich.”

“We need more pennies in the cash register!!”

“I’m getting ‘em, just hang on…’

“Can you get the phone?”

“Hello, Baker’s Peak, may I help you? Yes, we make custom cakes…yes, we make carrot cake…yes, cream cheese frosting would be fine…decoration…yes, whatever you’d like…a Harley Davidson?…yeah…we can do that…just bring in a picture…pick it up Saturday, 10:00…fine.”

“We’re almost out of the Salad of the Day, are you making more?”

“Yeah, I’m making something up – call it “Imperial Broccoli Salad” – write it on the blackboard.”

“Those ladies out there, they want cream of potato soup.”

“Tell them they’ll die for cream of spinach, they just don’t know it yet.”

“Can you take an order to go for me, please? I’ve got to finish decorating these cookies.”

“What would you like, ma’am, something to go? Sure, a ham sandwich with cheddar…actually, we only have Havarti cheese…no cheddar…you don’t want Havarti? You don’t want the sandwich at all? Can you wait just a minute please, the phone’s ringing…”

“Hello, Baker’s Peak, may I help you? You’d like to order a wedding cake? Certainly. When would you like to come in? Oh…I’m so sorry, we can’t take wedding cake orders over the phone…no, there are no exceptions…I need to sit down with you to discuss the details so we’re on the same page…actually I don’t have time to talk about this right now…can I call you back?”

“Would you believe those ladies want to know how the broccoli salad got the name ‘Imperial’…”

“Tell them you don’t know, it showed up in a cookbook or something…”

“Thanks for waiting, ma’am. What would you like instead of the ham sandwich? Broccoli salad? Yes, it is fresh…it was made within the hour…sure, we’d be happy to give you a roll with that. I apologize about the cheddar…”

“Can you check the cookies in the oven? I can smell ‘em…”

“The battery in the timer finally gave out! All ten dozen, look, they’re crispy…”

“We might use them for crumb toppings or bar cookie crusts. Just dump ‘em in the big pan over here….”

“Better mix up more cookie dough – no wait, I need that frosting, first.”

“Has anyone seen the big chopping knife?”

“Yeah, it’s hiding in the dishwater in the sink.”

By mid-afternoon I was more than ready to leave. Some days leaving became possible; other days I stayed until midnight or later decorating cakes and putting together trays of deli meats and hors d’oeuvres.

In the midst of this, I could mentally picture my mother happily baking and preparing meals in our lake cottage kitchen. The image would grow until I could envision that childhood spot…a summer day, shaded road, tall hill…musty, wet smells, Queen Anne’s lace…bare feet, wind off the lake, a melted five-cent candy bar. The ability to find such inner retreat was a gift from God, a gift that kept me balanced. My God-guided imagination kept me smiling.

“Sure! I’d be happy to make a five-layer chocolate torte for you…with amaretto filling… fondant frosting…white chocolate curls…plus frosting roses on top!”

Gulp.


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Tesiri Moweta08/08/05
Indeed, only God can give you inner quietness in the midst of a din.Thanks for sharing...
Dixie Phillips 08/08/05
Precious Memories! How they linger!
Cyndie Odya-Weis08/08/05
a busy busy buzz- then aaaaahhhhh, we realize that we're in the flow of our creativity- and HIS plan for us. Thanks for this delightful reminder of that feeling
Marjorie Arrowood08/09/05
What a fun, unique read!
janet rubin08/09/05
Very well done- I could smell the cookies and hear the noise of the kitchen!
Debra Brand08/10/05
Whew! I'm exhausted and need a retreat! Great writing!
Lauren Bombardier08/10/05
Loved it!
Lynda Lee Schab 08/11/05
Oh - this reminded me that I have to go to work today. I will look forward to the end of the day when I can retreat. Great story - a fun read!
Blessings, Lynda
Joanne Malley08/11/05
This was adorable...and exhausting! I just got up and I now need a rest! :)
Jan Ackerson 08/11/05
I'd love to visit this place, but Yikes! I wouldn't want to work here! Good job capturing the flavor of the shop!
Linda Watson Owen08/11/05
I can sure tell you've been there, done that! What a slice of real life busy-ness! A real treat to read!
Shari Armstrong 08/11/05
Very nice - having worked in a bakery for awhile, I could relate!
Maxx .08/11/05
ok ... I'm tired just reading this! And hungry.... hmmm. Wonder what's in the fridge! lol! Seriously, well crafted. Very effective.. really felt the frustration and jumbled / busy life. The difference in writing between the present and the memory of mother was excelent! In my book a top 8 finisher. Might need a bit more emphasis on the retreat aspect, though. We'll see!
dub W08/12/05
Delightful article, a couple of grammar issues - the run-on in the first paragragh threw me - some other nit picks. Thanks for sharing.
Suzanne R08/12/05
Whew!

I love the way you showed the non-stop nature of work, and contrasted it with your mother's cooking by the lake.

The inclusion of the lake was a give-away as to your identity, Lakie!
Pat Guy 08/12/05
Whew! Thanks for taking us behind the scenes in such a fun read! But also thanks for reminding us how God has given us the Supernatural ability through Him to have a quiet retreat anywhere! Yes, the lake gave it away! ;)
Sandra Petersen 08/13/05
The busyness of a popular dining place was excellently conveyed by the character's running monologue. By the time you got to the description of that retreat in your mind of your mother's kitchen at the summer cottage, I was waiting for a moment of rest. It came at just the right moment. And then the shift back to the reality of the moment...gulp! This is one of my favorites this week!!
Val Clark08/17/05
A racy read aptured the busyness of the kitchen really well. I was overwhelmed. By the things your character had to achieve. Well done.