“Today’s special is fried catfish, hush puppies, coleslaw, and apple pie.”
Joesph closed his eyes.“I’m going to gain a hundred pounds before this job is done.”He looked at Jamie, a smile on his face.“It’s just like going home.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Just like the breakfastservice, lunch was also busy.Walter kept looking out the hot food service window into the dining room and would shake his head.
“Jamie, we’re going to need more corn bread soon,” Hazel said as she filled two baskets.She opened up the bread warmer drawer to check for biscuits.She looked over at Jamie.“And for sure more biscuits before dinner.”
Jamie sighed and wrapped up the pastry dough he’d been working on.“I thought for sure I’d made enough to get us through the day.”
“86 the meat loaf,” Dexter called out.“I’ll have to make more before dinner.”
“What the hell is goin’ on?”Jamie asked no one in particular.“I thought you said breakfast and lunch weren’t going to be that busy,” he said, directing the comment to Walter.
“It hasn’t been this busy for breakfast or lunch in ages,” Walter answered back.
“Order up,” Florence called from the service window.
Walter pulled the green ticket from the spinner.“I got two catfish dinners.”He glanced over to Jamie.“Two apple pies à la mode.”
“Well, crap,” Jamie said, pulling a pie from the shelf.“I’m going to have to make two more pies.”
Once Jamie had the pies on a plate, he jogged over to the walk-in freezer and got the ice cream.He had to hurry to get it on the plate, with Hazel waiting to take them out to the dining room.
They had been busy from opening for breakfast until Florence turned the sign on the door to closed and locked the front glass door.“I’m getting too old for this,” she commented, leaning against the door.
“Amen to that.”Hazel sat down and toed off her shoes.“My feet are killing me.”
Even Minnie sat, her legs stretched out in front of her.All the while, Joesph watched everything, seeming to sketch on a large paper pad, his eyes constantly moving.
When Jamie came out from the kitchen, he was fanning himself with a paper plate and wiping his face with a wad of paper towels.“Can someone please tell me what’s in the dickens is going on?”
Florence looked at him and pointed.“It’s you!It’s all your fault and yourfancybiscuits!”
Jamie stopped and looked at the wait staff.They looked exhausted.Maybe I should try and find a few more waitresses while the renovation happens.I knew I’d need a few more since we’ll drop back to only two shifts per wait staff, but I may need to rethink that.
