Overheard at Chipperfields ... Part L ...

There was a group of regulars sitting at the corner table by the juke box, the air was filled with John Denver singing “Thank God I’m a Country Boy …” toes were tapping in time to the music. J—approached the table with a coffee in hand.

“So, what are you boys up to today?” J—asked as he pulled out the chair and sat down, “having a cup of Java and a little something?”

The heads of those around the table nodded in assent, as they indicated the assortment of cinnamon buns, cookies and slices of cake were scattered across the table.

“We’ve just been enjoying the fresh baking here,” said one of the regulars waving his finger at the slice of carrot cake in front of him, “it’s one of the highlights of coming to Chipperfields you know?”

“Oh I know,” said J--, “I’m kind of partial to the cheese cakes myself.”

A smattering of laughter passed around the table.

“I like the Chipperdoodle cookies,” observed another regular, “though the chipperdoodle biscotti they had a while back was good too.”

Heads nodded in agreement. “I wonder if that will come back?” asked one of the regulars, “or the Pumpkin Spice cheese cake. That was the best.” Again head nodded in agreement.

“Well, the baking here sure beats the baking at the chains doesn’t it?” asked J--.

“How can it not?” asked one of the regulars in a rhetorical way, “I was just reading in the paper about the new distribution centre that Timmy’s has built to handle the frozen baked goods they are distributing to their stores across the country.” He opened the paper and laid in amongst the plates and mugs, indicating the story about the new way of doing business for one of the national chains.

“Whatcha talking about?” asked The Rev, as he approached the table.

“Fresh baked goods and coffee shops,” observed J--.

“Oh you been reading the article in today’s paper too?” observed The Rev, “It’s a shame really. When I was in University one of the highlights of late night visits to places like Timmy’s was getting there just as they pulled a batch of donuts out of the oven and getting them while they were still hot.”

“Hmmmm,” echoed a couple of regulars in agreement.

“Fresh donuts were great,” noted J--, “you can’t beat oven fresh ANY-thing.”

“That’s what makes this place so good,” observed The Rev, “you can get oven fresh baking, and it’s all homemade. Not a frozen mass produced donut in the bunch.”

“Like the infamous Triple Chocolate Chocolate Chip Cookie eh?” observed J--.

“Oh yeah,” observed one of the regulars, “now THAT’S a cookie.”

“Especially when it’s hot,” noted J--, “and, it’s almost orgasmic right out of the oven.”

A smattering of laughter circled the table once again.

“Oh let’s not get started on THAT,” commented The Rev.

The regulars all laughed and J—just smiled as he spoke, “Oh the stories we could tell about that cookie …”