It wasn’t necessary to make a reservation today. Whoever got into one of the every other pews was able to stay. If the church was full, extra space could be found in the commons. If people arrived too late, they wouldn’t be guaranteed a spot. Luckily, my husband, our daughter and her family, and I made it in time and found space inside the church.
The sunny and warm day made it possible for people to dress in their Sunday best. Many wore a mask. Singing was allowed, where once it wasn’t. Today it felt right to be able to sing loudly with the blessing of family by my side. Even though our voices were muffled, the tunes reverberated through the church to sound as they had before the pandemic arrived. There were newer tunes mixed with the old. The older ones I hummed as a child until I learned the words. The newer songs are joyfully nice, but the traditional ones are engrained and bring me to the many Easters I’ve been able to observe. It was good to be able to celebrate Easter mass in a familiar way – a way that felt like coming home again.
Let the resurrection joy lift us from loneliness and weakness and despair to strength and beauty and happiness. ~Floyd W. Tomkins
When my husband and I recently went out for breakfast to the New London Cafe, I realized the last time we went to a sit-down, menu-in-your-hand, get-a-cup-of-coffee breakfast, was in March. That’s when we were among the Crowds of Humanity in Sin City.
Since we had never been to the New London Cafe, we had no idea how many tables were in the seating area before the pandemic. The tables were spread out six feet apart or more, as per the order of Governor of the State of Minnesota. Restaurants are required to operate at 50 percent capacity at this time. When we entered, a lady asked us to be seated in the lower level. There were only three tables in that room, but plenty more must have fit before. My husband and I sat on the same side so we could look out the window. We weren’t able to see Lake Superior, but a lot of greenery was across the street for us to admire. The cozy atmosphere helped us feel at home.
We were quickly greeted by a young man, who was our waiter. I imagined him to be a college student at one of the nearby colleges. We all wore our masks, when we were talking to each other. We ordered our beverages, and I ordered the Hawk Ridge Fritter French Toast Platter. My mouth couldn’t help but water when I saw the two thick slices of cinnamon fritter toast. I immediately drenched the French toast with the entire contents of the small container of maple syrup and dug into the eggs, which I ordered over easy. The yellow yoke spilled out and met the toast and some of the syrup. The edges of the toast were crispy. I dunked the first bite of toast into the spilled yoke to soak it up. The taste of the toast was a little shy of a cinnamon roll; not as sugary without the frosting. The sausage tasted great and was just as I expected of a restaurant located in Duluth.
My husband ordered the eggs, bacon and toast. The bacon was sliced thick, like Canadian bacon. The toast came with strawberry rhubarb jelly. I wished I would have got a taste of that, but I was too busy concentrating on the platter of food in front of me. The portions were quite large, so I ended up sharing a bunch of my breakfast with my husband.
Next time, I will order something to make sure I get a taste of the strawberry rhubarb jelly, which I believe was homemade. 🙂
I don’t think I’ve ever waited five months to go out to breakfast. Have you?