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Copied from Sarah Addison Allen's FB - a cute short story.

Though well deserved, Heather resented her culinary reputation. She overcooked pasta, her casseroles were under salted, and her cookies were always black on the bottom. She was the one who, when asked to bring something for book club, was instructed to "buy something store-bought, like cake." But for their next book club meeting, held at her apartment, she was going to change all that. She didn't sleep at all the night before, making perfectly shaped, crustless sandwiches: dill and cucumber, salmon with cream cheese, and chicken salad. The scones she baked were blueberry and cranberry with orange, and she followed the recipe to the letter. Her smoke alarm didn't even go off. Her cream puffs were hastily bought frozen at 3 a.m. from the all-night market (who knew choux pastry was so hard to make?) but she wasn't going to tell anyone that.

She was feeling quite smug when her friends arrived with vegetables and dip and box-made brownies, even though she'd told them not to bring anything.

They sat at her table, curious and slightly skeptical, each with a mismatched plate in front of them. At the last minute, Heather had purchased the plates from a pretty stack at the charity shop, because they'd looked magical and Pinterest-y. However, as soon as her friends started to eat, strange things began to happen. Rebecca, who was eating off the Blue Willow plate, was suddenly sporting rather attractive blue hair. Dakota, who was eating off the Lady Carlyle pattern, started speaking with an English accent. Emily, eating off the Desert Rose plate, disappeared completely, and reappeared minutes later with a flower behind her ear, looking well and thoroughly kissed. They all turned to Heather, who had yet to eat anything off her Fire King Alice plate.

"Go on," Dakota said in her English accent. "See what happens!"

It was by far the best book club meeting they'd ever had. And it had nothing whatsoever to do with food.
Or even books, for that matter.

#SAAShortShortStorySunday
Some Sundays I post a short, short story about a photo. Feel free to continue the tale in the comments!
Photo from Style Me Pretty



Back to real life. Need to get changed so I can go over and help with the meet and greet registration for the work conference and lug the grab bags in that Julie was so wonderful to help me put together. The banquet is tonight and the even more nerve-wracking stuff (including my own session and the USDA webconference part) starts tomorrow. I'm not as worried about my ability to get my stuff right as others who have been frustrating through this ordeal. I did my best not to do what I usually do which is to take charge. Because y'know, even when I do, even when everything runs much more smoothly because I'm an overpreparer, I still get the responsibility without getting the thanks or the credit. Not to be a downer, that's just what happens.

Breathing in and out and off to get changed.

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threecee
Oct. 22nd, 2017 08:03 pm (UTC)
Cute story! I wonder if eating off my "meadow mist" plates is why my brain gets so foggy?
amethyst_witch
Nov. 14th, 2017 03:15 pm (UTC)
Loved this story. Hope it's alright if I add you : )
missdiane
Nov. 14th, 2017 03:21 pm (UTC)
Absolutely fine - more friends the better!

Have you read any of her books? They're fabulous
amethyst_witch
Nov. 14th, 2017 04:38 pm (UTC)
I haven't yet but I'm going to now : )
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