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display, when she noticed something different. “Hey, that’s new,” she said as she
pointed to my latest creation. “What is it?”
“I thought I’d try something different,” I said. “Do you want to try a bite?”
“Sure,” she said eagerly. “What exactly am I tasting?”
“You tell me,” I said with a smile.
“Okay, I can do that,” she said. Emma grabbed a knife and cut a small section from one of the donuts in
question to taste. We’d both learned
that there were only so many donuts we could eat in the course of a day before
we got sick of them, and the additional pounds they brought with them, though I
was a little miffed that my assistant’s metabolism didn’t seem to even notice
the additional calories, whereas mine reveled in every ounce of the new
poundage.
I watched her face as she took a bite, and to my relief, a smile
blossomed. “Hey, that’s really
good. How did you do that?”
“I combined my hot chocolate recipe with the donut mix,” I said. “Do you think the semisweet chocolate
chips are too much? How about the
chocolate glaze I made for them?”
Emma cut another bite and popped it into her mouth. “They’re perfect just the way they
are. If it were my decision, I
wouldn’t change a thing,” she said.
“So, they’re good enough to go on the menu?”
“You bet,” Emma said. “What
are you going to call them?”
“Triple Chocolate Treat sounds good to me. What do you think?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of just calling them what they are, Hot
Chocolate Donuts, since that’s the predominant flavor, but your name is
probably better.”
“Hang on, let me think about your suggestion,” I said. “If we use your name, we can top them
with a bit of marshmallow, too. The
white dollop on top will really stand out, and it gives us a fun addition for
cold weather. Yes, I like that a
lot.”
“How about Hot Chocolate Delights?” she asked. “That sounds perfect.”
“Then make us a new sign, and we’ll see how folks respond.”
“You’d better be ready to add this one to the permanent winter lineup,
because you’ve got a winner here.”
“I hope you’re right. You
know how I love keeping my offerings fresh and fun.”
“This should do the trick, then.”
I was glad we’d worked through the situation we’d had earlier. I hated being edgy around Emma. She was so much more than a part of my
work family.
During our break outside between making the cake donuts and letting the
yeast donuts rise, I asked her, “How’s your mother doing?” Sharon had helped me out in the past,
along with Emma, running the donut shop whenever I was away, and when Jake and
I finally went to Paris, I planned on having them run Donut Hearts for a full
week.
“She keeps asking me when you’re going to take another trip,” Emma said a
smile.
“Is she trying to get rid of me?” I asked, laughing.
“No, but her travel budget is just about shot, and she’s itching to take
another trip. She says it’s in her
blood, now.” Emma’s mother financed
her vacations with money she earned from helping run the shop while I was away,
and though her husband didn’t like to travel, Sharon’s best friend enjoyed it
as much as she did. It kept everyone
happy, and I certainly wasn’t about to judge them for it.
“I’ll do my best to help her out as soon as I can,” I said with a smile.
After our break, Emma and I got back into our routines, me making donuts
while she fought valiantly to keep the dishes done right behind me. I’d been having her work the front more
every week after we opened for business, something that she’d begun to warm up
to lately. It gave me a nice
respite at times, but generally, I loved interacting with all of the folks who
came into Donut Hearts to enjoy a treat.
“Good morning. I’m so sorry
for your loss,” I said as I opened the doors
pointed to my latest creation. “What is it?”
“I thought I’d try something different,” I said. “Do you want to try a bite?”
“Sure,” she said eagerly. “What exactly am I tasting?”
“You tell me,” I said with a smile.
“Okay, I can do that,” she said. Emma grabbed a knife and cut a small section from one of the donuts in
question to taste. We’d both learned
that there were only so many donuts we could eat in the course of a day before
we got sick of them, and the additional pounds they brought with them, though I
was a little miffed that my assistant’s metabolism didn’t seem to even notice
the additional calories, whereas mine reveled in every ounce of the new
poundage.
I watched her face as she took a bite, and to my relief, a smile
blossomed. “Hey, that’s really
good. How did you do that?”
“I combined my hot chocolate recipe with the donut mix,” I said. “Do you think the semisweet chocolate
chips are too much? How about the
chocolate glaze I made for them?”
Emma cut another bite and popped it into her mouth. “They’re perfect just the way they
are. If it were my decision, I
wouldn’t change a thing,” she said.
“So, they’re good enough to go on the menu?”
“You bet,” Emma said. “What
are you going to call them?”
“Triple Chocolate Treat sounds good to me. What do you think?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of just calling them what they are, Hot
Chocolate Donuts, since that’s the predominant flavor, but your name is
probably better.”
“Hang on, let me think about your suggestion,” I said. “If we use your name, we can top them
with a bit of marshmallow, too. The
white dollop on top will really stand out, and it gives us a fun addition for
cold weather. Yes, I like that a
lot.”
“How about Hot Chocolate Delights?” she asked. “That sounds perfect.”
“Then make us a new sign, and we’ll see how folks respond.”
“You’d better be ready to add this one to the permanent winter lineup,
because you’ve got a winner here.”
“I hope you’re right. You
know how I love keeping my offerings fresh and fun.”
“This should do the trick, then.”
I was glad we’d worked through the situation we’d had earlier. I hated being edgy around Emma. She was so much more than a part of my
work family.
During our break outside between making the cake donuts and letting the
yeast donuts rise, I asked her, “How’s your mother doing?” Sharon had helped me out in the past,
along with Emma, running the donut shop whenever I was away, and when Jake and
I finally went to Paris, I planned on having them run Donut Hearts for a full
week.
“She keeps asking me when you’re going to take another trip,” Emma said a
smile.
“Is she trying to get rid of me?” I asked, laughing.
“No, but her travel budget is just about shot, and she’s itching to take
another trip. She says it’s in her
blood, now.” Emma’s mother financed
her vacations with money she earned from helping run the shop while I was away,
and though her husband didn’t like to travel, Sharon’s best friend enjoyed it
as much as she did. It kept everyone
happy, and I certainly wasn’t about to judge them for it.
“I’ll do my best to help her out as soon as I can,” I said with a smile.
After our break, Emma and I got back into our routines, me making donuts
while she fought valiantly to keep the dishes done right behind me. I’d been having her work the front more
every week after we opened for business, something that she’d begun to warm up
to lately. It gave me a nice
respite at times, but generally, I loved interacting with all of the folks who
came into Donut Hearts to enjoy a treat.
“Good morning. I’m so sorry
for your loss,” I said as I opened the doors
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