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Topic: BRUNCH (02/27/25)
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TITLE: Hashbrowns and Harmony | Previous Challenge Entry
By Corinne Smelker
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Inside, tables groaned under mismatched platters. Pancakes teetered beside casseroles, and a pitcher of orange juice wobbled dangerously close to the edge. Clara Jenkins, with her silver hair pinned up in a bun, darted around like a caffeinated hummingbird, arranging napkins and beaming at everyone. She’d brought her famous blueberry muffins—fluffy, golden, and just sweet enough to make you wonder if she’d struck a deal with the angels for the recipe.
“Morning, Sam!” Clara chirped, spotting the lanky young man slinking in with a foil tray. Sam, all elbows and shy grins scratched the back of his neck. His dish—a lumpy, slightly charred mess of hashbrowns—looked like it had fought a valiant battle in the oven and lost.
“Uh, mornin’, Miss Clara,” he mumbled, setting it down as far from her muffins as possible. “Didn’t have much time, but I figured… potatoes are forgiving, right?”
Clara chuckled, patting his arm. “Oh, honey, it’s the heart that counts. Besides, we’ve got plenty to go around.”
And they did. Old Mr. Peterson shuffled in with a vat of sausage gravy that smelled like comfort itself. The Thompson twins, all of ten years old, proudly presented a plate of slightly squashed cinnamon rolls, their sticky fingers evidence of their hard work. Even Pastor Mike rolled up his sleeves, offering a pitcher of iced tea and a sheepish grin. “Not much of a cook,” he admitted, “but I can pour a mean drink.”
The room filled with chatter and clinking forks as folks piled their plates high. Sam hovered near the coffee urn, watching the chaos unfold. He’d only moved to Elmwood a month ago, and big gatherings still made him feel like a fish flopping on dry land. But then Clara swooped in, shoving a muffin into his hand.
“Eat up, Sam,” she said, eyes twinkling. “Can’t face the day on an empty stomach.”
He took a bite, and his shoulders relaxed. It was warm, soft, and tasted like home—or what he imagined home might be. Across the table, Mr. Peterson ladled gravy onto a biscuit and winked at him. “You stick around here, son, and you’ll never go hungry.”
The twins, meanwhile, had launched a giggling debate about whether syrup belonged on bacon. “It’s breakfast!” Lily insisted, while Lucas countered, “It’s lunch now—syrup’s out!” Their mother, exasperated but smiling, handed them each a napkin and muttered something about sugar limits.
As the meal wore on, someone cranked up a rickety old radio, and tinny hymns floated through the air. No one preached or prayed—they didn’t need to. The kindness was there in the way folks passed the butter without being asked or how they swapped stories about their week. Sam found himself laughing at Mr. Peterson’s tale of chasing a runaway chicken through his yard, and when Clara roped him into clearing plates, he didn’t mind one bit.
By noon, the food was dwindling, but the warmth lingered. Sam leaned against the wall, cradling a second cup of coffee, when Pastor Mike ambled over. “Good turnout today,” the pastor said, nodding at the crowd. “Funny how a little food brings us all together, huh?”
Sam nodded, glancing at the chipped mug in his hands. “Yeah. Feels… nice. Like family, almost.”
Mike grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. “That’s the idea, Sam. Nothing fancy—just folks looking out for each other.”
Outside, the sun climbed higher, and a breeze rustled the maple trees. Clara appeared with a Tupperware of leftover muffins, pressing it into Sam’s hands. “For later,” she said with a wink. “And don’t be a stranger next Sunday, you hear?”
Sam smiled—a real one this time. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Miss Clara.”
As he stepped into the daylight, the weight of the week felt lighter. The brunch hadn’t fixed everything, but it had given him something better: a seat at the table and a few new faces to call friends.
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