The pies are baking, the batter is blending, and the air is filled with the so many conversations. The comedy value alone of the team in action is worth the price of admission.
So I came to the top secret Waffle Cave where the blindfolds have come off the help and the team of 20 was in the kitchen, commiserating and conversing. Now I am an interesting super, I like to see action, work, and worthwhile activity. But what I am seeing is a crowd of supporters, all who were involved in helping us win the contest outright. Can’t be a task master, so I went to the store to make that last grocery run. Picked up some additional supplies and as my manner is, I found an opportunity to talk to someone in line with me. She LOVED the description of the waffle, like everyone does. I don’t know what it is about this particular combination of flavors that everyone and I mean everyone I meet and tell about this, just drools over the words as they flow from me. This is the reason why I have no fear of us being successful at the event. But I digress….
So we are in the Waffle Cave. The laughter is almost deafening. I have come to the conclusion that the plans we made are not going to come to fruition tonight. But I can’t even be mad. I appreciate all y’all that came tonight to cut pies, wash dishes, measure flour, and convert eggs into cups. I will understand your language someday…or not. This is a good crew. The FOG is thick in here!
It was cool to watch us all working together like an army of African Ants where everyone was moving in their own row, making whatever they were making. Or we were like Beavers everyone doing their part to build the dam. Have you ever noticed that, beavers never get mad at one another when they are building? No other beaver comes by to say that twig doesn’t go there, or to question what are you doing? I love that type of unity: everyone working together to accomplish the goal. Everyone knowing what they have to do, and being empowered to do it. That’s the type of business this will be. And the beautiful thing is, that we are already starting off on the right footing.
In 36 hours we will be unleashing sweet potato pies on the bay area; no, the world (evil laugh with pinky finger turned to corner of the mouth). Are you ready? It smells good.
Life is short…eat something memorable.