Some days are just made for baking bread – the morning after winter storm Nemo made his exit, for example.
Yes, while my neighbors were digging out, I was kneading bread. Here’s why.
While the Weather Channel was trumpeting the arrival of Nemo, I was wishing hard – wishing that I would get a call from “Jim and Nick Snow Removal.” Five years ago, just prior to another threatening storm, Jim and Nick left a leaflet in my windshield at the train station. They were probably just entering junior high school at the time, and I admired their entrepreneurial spirit. The storm was as bad as predicted and I called them. They arrived with a SWAT team of workers and in about 30 minutes, they’d disposed of mountains of snow.
Now, whenever the snow prediction is dire, I get a phone call, and soon after, Jim and Nick arrive. I fear at some point they’ll go off to college, but so far, their record is impeccable. Once again, my wish was granted. This time, it was Jim and Matt. Like most great business partnerships, perhaps Nick has moved on, but his name remains part of the marquee service.
Sure they’re a little pricey, but I gladly pay it. Jim and Nick (and Matt) are worth it. They wrapped the job in about 40 minutes. It would have taken me at least three hours. They saved my aching bones, and I feel that I’m contributing to the future success of a team of enterprising young businessmen.
And, I get to bake bread, which is one of the best things in life – Honey Whole Wheat Oatmeal Bread, which will probably be spread with a dollop of apple butter prepared at a recent Restoration Farm canning workshop.
Even the brilliant red cardinal, shivering atop my back yard tree was happy as Jim and Nick (and Matt) did their magic, bread was baking in the oven and Nemo made his dramatic exit.
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