Nourished

You may not guess it to look at me, but I often forget to eat. I get thinking, or I get busy, or I get to it—whatever it is—and I’m lost in that task or that talk or that time. I’m an early riser (hello, 4 a.m.), but it’s not uncommon for me to get to his time of day (3:30 p.m.) and realize: I’M HUNGRY.

Because PLENTY is in downtown Huntley, I can walk to all sorts of nourishing places. Today, I walk to The Village Inn. For breakfast. At 3:30 p.m.

FYI: One of the many careers I’ve wanted but haven’t had is as a breakfast waitress. What could be better than serving coffee, chatting with the regulars, serving perfectly poached eggs? Also, FYI: One of my goals for 2017 is to learn how to perfectly poach an egg. Anyway . . . 

I sit down to two simple, delicious, perfectly-poached eggs, some crispy hash browns, and some raisin toast. And I sit next to a table of what must be locals and regulars. They are talking about . . . wait for it . . . my signs! “What is this Plenty?” “What is happening?” Because I am an award-winning eavesdropper, I eavesdrop for just a little bit. And then I say, with some excitement and pride, “Plenty is mine!” To which the cutest senior citizen ever responds: “Well, young lady, those are some beautiful signs.” Thank you!

We talk for quite awhile. And then I leave, nourished. Good, simple food and good, simple conversation and connection—two necessities for life.