Conversation

Place: The Luce Residence. 

Time: Before 9 AM. Hot July day. 

Characters: Charles, Leslie.

Leslie: "Making a lot of noise down there this morning. What'cha doin'?"

Me:      "Cleaning my cookie sheet." (scrub...scrub....clatter ...)

L:         "Uh, great. "    (Pause....)    "...For?"

Me:     "Photo shoot. I need to get more pictures up on my site. Instructions. For my newest invention."

L:         "Oh?"

Me:     " Bread-in-a-Bag.”

L:            “Whatziz??”

Me:     “For home baking. It’s a dry blend. You add water, shape the loaf, put it in a bag, let it rise, then bake it. In the bag.”

L:         “And that works?”

Me:            “Absolutely.”

Yes, it works

L:            “Cool!!!”

Me:            “Problem is, I don’t know if anyone really wants it. I mean, not many people cook  and even fewer bake. So I have to do a survey, see if there’s any interest out there.”

L:            (Sound of fingers on keyboard)…

Me:     “The instruction page will augment the packaging. Written instruction on the latter, blow-by-blow photos on the former. QR code block that goes right to the photo page.”

Pause …. Click…clickclick…

Me:     “Might as well do this today, ‘cause we’ve got a couple of places we might be able to start work. Commercial mix sites. I can build the page while we’re negotiating. Send out samples next week, go take that long-postponed serve-safe class, be legal and ready by September. That’s the goal: have product for sale this fall.”

L:         “But why do you have to clean the cookie sheet?”

Me:     “’Coz it looks like a refugee from a butcher shop. All stained, scratched. And I don’t wanna buy a new one. ‘N maybe someone will see it on my blog post and if it looks good they’ll hit the I WANNA TEST button ‘N if it looks ugly they won’t read that far.”

L:         “Got it. Mmmm . can I have some toast?”

Me:     “You don’t have to toast this bread, you know….”

L:         “Like the rest you make. Fine. But … Please?”

Me:     (Very smiley) “Coming right up.”

food porn...