Arundel's Eggz Family Food Truck |
When we first saw the two images of new home and new truck in our new designated city, we weren't quite sure if any of them were close to how father had sold them to us in our imaginations. The ideas
had the kind of shine on them as the golden Easter egg that is filled with riches beyond dreams. For this new venture, we were all assured, would have no choice but to succeed – we were going to the farmers, offering to pick their produce and using their own fresh items in our dishes, all made from local eggs, (every dish had to have eggs, that was the namesake!) wherever and whenever we could find them. Some of us would pick, others would prep out the vegetables, others would cook or work the counter. How could such a brilliant idea go wrong? Lacy had been tempted with the prospect of driving the truck since she was the only one with a driver's license, so it was her eyes that bulged the biggest when we saw that the Arundel's Eggz Family Food Truck hadn't yet, well, become a food truck. "I can see it already," father said as soon he laid eyes on the old odd shell sitting at an angle in the driveway, both left side tires flat. "This will be a true farmer's truck, we'll paint it black, put some old wood siding on starboard and port. Can we grow herbs along the gutter of the roof?" Zach and Hannah, the twins, Lacy all at the same time scratch their heads and had to figure out if they were truly in good hands or if this was an appropriate time for what they all understood to be an appropriate time to mutiny. "Livin' up troops, haven't seen a real challenge in some time I see. We'll have 'er up and rolling around this new city of ours in no time at all. First dish out the counter, already decided, Spanish Tortilla with Chorizo."
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