Authors: Emma Miller
In the restaurant supply store, Jana came positively alive with energy and purpose. “These,” she said, hoisting up a pair of frying pans with such a look of triumph that it was as if they were gold-medal trophies, “are the ones we need. They cost a bit more, but they're worth it.” He could tell it was a testâwould he spring for the good stuff or cut corners?
He nodded. “If that's what you need.”
“You want simple food exquisitely done, right?”
He chose her term. “You got it. No adventure-burgers.”
Jana's face broke into an electric smile. Honestly, she looked half kid in a candy store, half rock star spinning drumsticks as she gave the pair of pans a celebratory twirl before placing them in the cart he was pushing through the aisles. Her thick, curly brown hair bounced around her face as she selected implements, tubs of condiments and other supplies. Sure, he was watching funds fly out of the company checkbook, but he had to admit it was rather fun.
“I wonder if we can get those custom made,” Witt ventured as Jana placed a tall stack of paper serving baskets into the cart. “You know, in blue with our name on them?”
The disapproving nose-wrinkle that had accompanied her earlier crack about the truck's paint job returned. “I wouldn't.”
Well, points for honesty. “Too much?”
She sat back on one hip, eyeing boxes of plastic forks, knives and spoons. “It's not bad idea in and of itselfâthe visual of someone enjoying their burger with your logo close by is a good tactic. But you need to be careful with the color. Studies have shown that blue serving ware can actually be an appetite suppressant.”
She really did know her stuff. “Now there's something they don't teach you in business school.”
“The stuff next to the food?” she continued. “That ought to be whiteâor even yellow. Yellow makes food exciting and memorable.” With that, she picked up a case of lemon yellow napkins. “Have you got a business card?”
“What?”
“A Blue Thorn business card. They're screaming blue, right?”
Screaming? Witt fished oneâyes, definitely blueâbusiness card out of his wallet and handed it to her. It occurred to him that he had not yet had any made for Jana. “Do chefs need business cards?”
“Not this chef. The coat's a perfect touch, but I don't need too many of the other bells and whistles. I don't want them, actually. My food does my networking for me.” She eyed him. “Only I expect you've got an extensive marketing plan all laid out, don't you?”
He didâthree versions. Witt had run his family's wholesale meat businessâStar Beefâfor years before his sister Mary's new husband had come in and taken over. That branch of the family business may not need him anymore, but he was ready to show what he could do with
this
branch.
He'd done his research, and he knew the basics of how food trucks operated. A loyal customer base following the truck's location was key to success. A surprisingly pretty chef wouldn't hurt that effort, either. “As a matter of fact, I do.”
Jana held the business card up next to the yellow napkins. Even Witt could see that the blue and yellow went together well. The black and turquoise of the card popped against the yellow, while the yellow balanced out the bright hue of the blue card. “What do you think?” she said, squinting one eye in artistic consideration.
“I like it.”
She raised a dark eyebrow. “Do we need to get approval from the rest of the company brass?”
“Huh?”
“Can I choose yellow napkins on my own or is that a corporate culture decision?”
This felt like another test as to how much artistic freedom she would have with the truck. He'd best step with care.
He made his voice dramatically formal. “Speaking as one-third of the executive branch, I'd say we can grant you authority on paper products.”
Jana grunted as if she didn't find the joke as amusing as he did. After a sideways glance, she gave the color combination one final assessment and then put three more cases of yellow napkins in the cart. She put her hands on her hips. “That's it for basic supplies. Now let's get some ingredients.”
Watching Jana browse through the grocery section of the store was just plain fun. She inspected every tomato and discarded two types of buns before choosing a third. “These are just for now, naturally. We'll want to choose a bakery vendor and get most of our produce from the market, that sort of thing.”
“Of course,” he said, only half understanding what she meant. He hadn't really thought about where cooks got their ingredients. While he had plenty of experience selling beef, it had always been in bulk quantities to major vendors, not smaller sales to individuals. But like other things, that was changing now that he was at Blue Thorn. Witt was already well underway firing up the Blue Thorn Ranch Store back in Martins Gap. While established in the wholesale business, Witt planned to have the Blue Thorn brand growing fast in local retail, and online, as well as expanding the wholesale market. His idea for a food truck presence selling bison burgers in downtown Austin was going to take everything to the next level. Sure, he was moving fast, but fast was his natural speed. Based on Jana's passion for basic but exceptional food, she was definitely the right chef for the job.
Back on the truck, the tiny space seemed to come alive once the supplies and ingredients were stowed on board. “Up until now, it just looked like a vehicle,” he said as he tucked the aforementioned yellow napkins into the cabinet Jana selected. “All of a sudden, it looks like a restaurant.”
Jana pulled an apron out of her messenger bag and spread her knife kit on the counter. With gleaming eyes, she said, “Now let's see if she
acts
like a restaurant. Regular burger or cheeseburger?”
Music to any hungry man's ears. “I like them both. You pick.”
She leaned over to the below-counter fridge, pulling out the packets of ground bison meat and running her hands over the three different kinds of cheeses she'd purchased before settling on the sharp cheddar. “Cheese. With grilled onions. And a special fix or two of my very own. Delicious,” she added with something close to a wink, “but not adventurous.”
“No Ugandan spotted goat curd?”
“Not on your life.” She pulled out an onion and the monstrous brick of butter they'd purchased. With deft fingers, she turned the dial on the grill, changing the setting twice over the next two minutes. Then whatever she was waiting for seemed to arrive, and she tossed a spoonful of water on the grill.
The smile on her face at the sizzling sound matched the glow in his chest. It had begun.
Jana took a pair of burgers out of the packet, seasoned them with what could only be called a dramatic flourish, and set them on the grill. The scent that filled the truck was nothing short of sublime.
“Get ready, boss. I'm about to grill your socks off.”
Watching her work, watching her move and test and turn and putter around the tiny kitchen, Witt believed her.
Copyright © 2016 by Alyse Stanko Pleiter
ISBN-13: 9781488007385
A Beau for Katie
Copyright © 2016 by Emma Miller
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