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Friday, August 20, 2010

A Small Taste of Success

The word “unctuous” has been on my mind in the last several days—as in; the heirloom tomato we rescued before the squirrels bit into it (yes, we’ve graduated from chipmunks) tasted sweet and lush and unctuous.

I’ve been contemplating the kinds of foods one might consider unctuous, and keep coming down to a couple.  For starters, pate, which I don’t experience in any regular way, and cheese. For me, a good slice of ripe cheese imbues the mouth with a salty fullness that ratchets up the swoon factor—you know, that eye rolling, shoulder wiggling, smile-while-you-groan reaction that comes when you taste something at the peak of ripeness or prepared to the pinnacle of deliciousness? Chocolate can do it too, and yes, I’d call the most decadent, rich-with-whole-cream chocolate bread pudding I make for special occasions—unctuous.

Unctuous is one of the words hand painted as a border on the walls of the new cheese shop I discovered by accident the other day, along with the words: ripe, runny, smooth, salty, pungent, moist, young, complex and crumbly. I had started the engine in the car after a quick errand before realizing that the downtown parking space I’d scored in a neighboring burb was smack in front of a recent addition. Once I grasped that the storefront featured food, well, far be it for me to deny myself the pleasure of walking in. I turned the engine off.

Inside, immaculate tile floors, creamy yellow walls and a polished harvest table invited me to step further. A cupboard filled with artisan spreads and oils and the cheese case filled with Northeastern cheeses added to the welcoming feel. At the counter, colorful salads made with beans and fresh veggies beckoned; bowls of Nicoise olives glistened, lovely mixed pastas tempted. A chalkboard contained a short menu of made-to-order sandwiches; crusty fresh bread lay in wicker baskets against the wall. My mouth watered, but the meager contents of my wallet deemed this mission as reconnaissance only. Then, one of the owners offered me a taste of luscious cheddar and we started chatting.

I'll tell you this.  When my mother realized her stories were dragging on, she used to say, “To make a short story long…” and I can feel myself doing the same thing.   So let's cut to the chase.  I didn’t buy anything, but the conversation with the owner took an unexpected turn.

My part-time job starts Monday.

7 comments:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Hey that's fantastic! Don't 'eat' all of your paycheck while you're there.

Lola Sharp said...

Forget what Alex said! Mmmmm cheeses. *drooling*

Congrats on your new job! :)

jbchicoine said...

Your writing is as scrumptious as that store--what a place to work!

Helen Ginger said...

Well, that was a fun twist to the story! Congrats on the new job. Work the last shift, so when they decide some things won't last until the next day or need to be removed from the display, you can get take-homes!

Sharon said...

What a happy twist! Congrats and enjoy.

Carolina Valdez Miller said...

I am now starving. My goodness, woman. Even your words seem tasty. You are an amazing writer. I CANNOT wait to read what you write. Although, I will probably end up eating your book before I hit the fifth chapter.

Good luck on Monday!

Kay said...

Congrats! That's always the way happens though, right? You end up stumbling upon good things by accident.

Stopped by to let you know, I just posted an interview with literary agent Laurie McLean on my blog: www.kayemevans.com/blog

She provided awesome info, the most substantive answers I've received from a literary agent. Hope you can check it out!