She had a skip in her step the rest of the way into town.Her baked goods were a hit, and that put her one step closer to having her own bakery.
Katie happily took all the baked goods.“I don’t know what I’ll do when you start that bakery of yours.I’ll miss getting bread for my own supper delivered.”
Myrtle laughed softly.“I have a feeling we could make sure you still get a loaf delivered every day.”
“That would please me a great deal.What are you making tomorrow?The men have been asking.”
“I’m going to try the receipt you gave me for Eskimo fry bread.I thought I’d dust it with confectioners' sugar.”
“That sounds lovely!I’ll tell Mr.Johnson.He loves fry bread.”
Myrtle nodded.“Aaron told me it’s one of his favorite desserts as well.I’ll try it and probably tweak the receipt some to suit myself.”
Katie nodded.“I’m not a creative cook.I follow receipts exactly.I think it’s great you’re not afraid to do what you want with a receipt.”
“Oh, I never make anything exactly the same way twice.I love to bake, but my favorite part is making a receipt my own.”
“I look forward to trying yours.”Katie shook her head.“I love chatting with you, Myrtle, but you need to go.The men are going to swarm the register for your bread and cobbler otherwise.”
Myrtle turned around to see that the store was suddenly full of men to the point it would be hard to get back out.She couldn’t describe how happy that made her.
