A Year in Bread: Come bake with us!
It all started with this chat message from Farmgirl Susan to me: “We’re plotting something...and it involves you!” I got her to tell me that "we" meant her and Kevin of Seriously Good. This was immediately followed by Susan dropping offline, which should have been my first clue this wasn’t going to be easy.
Ten minutes later, she was back.
me: oh sure, you tell me there's some plot that involves me afoot and then you drop offline... see how you are... :)
farmgirl: I didn't drop offline!
me: Chat said you were offline.
farmgirl: Computers lie, you should know that!
me: So what's the plot? Are you going to tell me or do I have to torture poor little Bowtie? (Bowtie is Farmgirl’s virtual cat, who lives with me and I am not above torturing his adorable face...usually by rubbing his belly or something equally dreadful.)
farmgirl: Don't you dare! I'll be right back! Geez! Thug!
me: But he's got such cute little toes! ...and ears! ...and what do you mean "be right back?" You just got here!
farmgirl: DO NOT EAT MY CAT!
me: He's getting HUGE! It's either eat him or feed him. Eating him would be cheaper!
farmgirl: I repeat: DO NOT EAT MY CAT!
me: someoneElse says he’d be great with lemon and pepper. Yum! Plus he (Bowtie, not someoneElse) hangs out under the rosemary so he's herb-infused. Wouldn’t that cost extra at most places?
farmgirl: someoneElse says everything is great with lemon and pepper! Probably even brownies.
me: someoneElse says he's a very good cat. Congratulations on raising him so well
farmgirl: No problem! Oh! Email from Kevin! Be right back.
me: Be right back? Be right back! Oh sure, you go talk to Kevin… But me...you leave
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farmgirl: oh give me a break
me: Sure! Arm or leg? Man you have a mouthy cat! Bowtie is in the other room just mrowing away. Sure I can’t cook him?
farmgirl: If you ever want to find out what the plot is, do not eat my cat!
me: So send me the mail already! I want to bake bread!!! ...or eat a cat...
farmgirl: Oh okay! Hold on! Geez!
Impatient little thing, aren't we?
Barrettes on too tight?
Brownie withdrawals?
Somebody drop a house on your sister?
me: That's it! Brownie withdrawals...or maybe it was the house thing.
farmgirl: oh! another email from Kevin! be right back!
This went on for the better part of an hour, ending when Susan dropped offline again. It took until the next day for me to actually pin both Susan and Kevin down to chat...
...meet the three us at A Year in Bread on the 21st for the rest of the story...
