Who Moved My Goat Cheese?. Lynn Cahoon
hon. Can I get you something else to drink besides good old Snake River water?” The woman’s eyes twinkled.
“Bring us the local white zinfandel. Glass only. We’re on business.” Angie was scanning the wine list that had several options from the winery as well as other local sources. “This is a good sign. It looks like they’re used to working with other local businesses. There’s even a beer that’s brewed in northern Idaho. Did you know they grow hops there too?”
“I’m more of a domestic bottle girl.” Felicia grinned at her. “You are such a food snob. I’m kind of embarrassed that I don’t know all the stuff you do about food and beverages. You should write a blog. It would be good for the restaurant. You could spread the gospel on locally sourced food and how it’s going to save the planet.”
“You’re funny.” Angie sipped her water.
Felicia shook her head. “I’m dead serious. That’s a great social media angle for The County Seat!”
“I heard you two were out here.” A man approached their table. He leaned down and kissed Angie on the cheek. “It’s so nice to see you again. We were all so saddened by the passing of your grandmother. The winery sent flowers, but you probably already knew that.”
“Mr. Harris?” Felicia held out her hand. “I’m Felicia Williams and apparently you already know our chef/owner, Angie Turner.”
“Ms. Williams, so nice to meet you. Call me Rob.” He turned toward Angie and put a hand on her shoulder. “Of course I know Angie. She broke my heart at the senior prom.”
CHAPTER 5
Angie almost knocked over her water glass. The weird thing is she didn’t know this guy. Seriously, how could she not remember who she went to prom with. Then memories started to flow back. “I didn’t go to senior prom. I had a college tour that weekend back east.”
Rob Harris held up his hands. “Exactly. You probably didn’t realize this but I was planning on asking you to go with me. I had the whole scenario planned out in my head. Music, flowers, even a large bottle of Coke with plastic champagne glasses they sell at the party stores, even though I’m more of a Pepsi person, I still remember you loving your Coke.”
“We went to school together?” Clearly this guy knew her and her inappropriate love of the too sweet soda. It was almost a guilty secret now a day. She kept a stash hidden in the bottom drawer of her fridge, just in case she had a craving. “I’m sorry, I don’t quite remember.”
He put his hand over his heart in fake dismay. “So you’re not here to rekindle our fiery teenage love that never quite worked out for either of us?”
When neither she or Felicia responded, Rob pulled up a chair and sat next to the table. “I’m just kidding with you. I don’t think you even knew I existed, but man, I did have a crush on you. As soon as you showed up sophomore year, I was your slave. Or could have been, if you ever talked to me.”
“I was shy.” Angie remembered arriving at River Vista High School that spring after her parents died. All she’d wanted was to wake up from the nightmare and be back in her canopy bed in Colorado. Instead, she wandered like a ghost through the halls and cooked with Nona at night. The only thing that kept her going was knowing that she’d be gone off to college in a few years and she had to cherish every day she had with her grandmother. Especially since she hadn’t given her folks that respect before they died.
“You were amazing.” Rob grinned at the two women. “Anyway, enough of my teenage wounds. So you’re opening up a dinner place in River Vista? Tell me about it.”
Angie went through the concept, how she wanted to locally source all of the main proteins and most of the ingredients from the area. Seasonal and fresh. She hadn’t worked through a winter menu, yet, but she imagined it full of soups and chowders unless she could find a local greenhouse that would grow her greens inside. When she paused, lost in thought about options, Felicia took over.
“And we’d love to feature your wines. Of course, we’ll have some local microbrews on tap as well, and maybe some locally produced liqueurs, but I’m sure the wines will be the focus for the food pairings.” She picked up the glass that the waitress had brought her while they were talking and sipped. She winked at Angie. “Maybe you could even help us choose the pairings?”
Rob chuckled. “Not sure that my girlfriend would be on board with me spending so much time over at your new place, especially since she runs the lunch restaurant here at the winery. That being said, we’re excited about your new venture and would love to partner with you.”
“That’s wonderful.” Angie held up her glass in a toast. “Felicia will handle all the ordering and I’d love to have you and your girlfriend attend opening night, my treat.”
“Tasha and I will be there.” Rob lowered his voice, scanning the room to see who could overhear. “Tough luck about Old Man Moss dying. I hear you were the last to see him alive.”
“Actually, no. There were a lot of people still at the barn when I left. Including my realtor, Reana.” Angie wondered where that particular piece of gossip was coming from. Ian and the Sheriff had been under the same assumption. “I guess the Sheriff just wanted to know what I was doing out there.”
“The guy had more enemies in town than friends.” He shrugged. “I hate to speak ill of the dead, but the guy was a tool. He hated everyone. My mom said your grandmother used to take the church visitation every month when his name came up. No one but her ever wanted to go visit, even if it got them in good with the big guy upstairs.”
Angie remembered her grandmother doing visitations to different church members as part of her woman’s group. Nona had tried to get her to go, but even when she talked her into driving, Angie had stayed outside in the car and waited. The memory made her smile. “She loved going visiting.”
“She was an amazing woman. Everyone loved her.” He looked at his watch. “Sorry, I’ve got another meeting. It was great to see you again Angie. And Felicia, I’m sure we’ll talk soon. Call me tomorrow and we’ll figure out what you need for your first order.”
As he walked away, Felicia sank back into her chair. “That went better than I’d expected. When I’d called to set up the meeting, he was less than enthusiastic about partnering. Who else had a crush on you in high school that we can use?”
“How am I supposed to know? I didn’t even remember Rob.” Even now, she couldn’t quite place the dark-haired, good looking man with any of the boys she’d remembered from her three years at River Vista High. She was going to have to review her yearbooks so she wouldn’t seem rude the next time a former classmate came up and wanted to revisit the glory days. “I was a loner. I didn’t have many friends and mostly, I just counted the days until I could get out of high school and back to what I’d considered home. Of course, I never did return, even after college.”
“I’m on a Facebook page with my class. We chat all the time.” Felicia took a bite of the sandwich they’d ordered before Rob had descended on their table. “This is good, but I don’t think they are really focusing on their food.”
Angie shook her head. The tomato soup had seemed a good choice, but the taste was flat. Definitely not made in the kitchen. She held up a card. “The menu is pretty limited. Mostly it looks like they are providing lunch just for people who drive out for a wine tasting. Although they will put a picnic basket together for you if you want to head to the river and eat there.”
“That’s a great idea.” Felicia grabbed her notebook out of her purse. “Maybe we can steal it for The County Seat.”
Angie pushed the soup away and tore off a bit of the French bread. “We’d have to advertise it as a BYOB. I don’t think our alcohol license allows people to take wine off the premises for consumption.” The picnic idea was a good one though. Maybe she could find some cheap baskets that they could afford to provide as well. So many ideas, and they only had a few weeks before opening night. She