THE EGG LADY
I have another story to tell you but it is not a happy one. I feel the need to share the situation with you anyway. Our restaurant, The Spanish Cellar, in Fredericksburg, Texas, was small, with a capacity of only 45 people. As I think I told you before, we prepared every dish from "scratch" which made our menu rather unique. One or two days before our initial opening we were in the cellar busy as little bees when an elderly lady came down the steps into the dining area carrying a basket on her arm. Introducing herself, she explained that she had heard we were a new place in town and she wanted to know if we would like to buy her farm-fresh eggs on a regular basis. That was what was in the basket. Nice, large fresh eggs from her own hens. Having been raised in the country myself I knew that those were a lot better than the ones we could get at the local grocery store so we immediately came to an arrangement. I told this nice lady that if she would like I could drive out to h...