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Now I’m mixin’ up got five flavors of Birdie Bread that have got birds from Malibu to Memphis squalkin’ for more. Bake that bird a loaf and give her little taste of glory.Īnd if being able to share my divine Birdie Bread weren’t miracle enough, what the kids call “e-commerce” has also given an old-fashioned bird access to a world of delicious and exotic seeds, nuts and fruits that have inspired five new recipes. So now-a-days if you hear some pathetic bird named Polly who is still asking for a cracker, you know that the poor creature has never had a taste of Momma’s Birdie Bread. Now with the net bringin’ everything to the door in two clucks, I’ve been able to share her Original Birdie Bread recipe with a new generation of friends. Things have changed a little bit since my own momma ran the place. And folks are still flyin’ in from all corners of creation to taste what’s cookin’ at the café. I’ve hatched a few more clutches of eggs since then, and I’ve molted more feathers then I care to admit, but folks are still callin’ me Momma Bird. “It’s time folks started to call you Momma Bird.” I’m headin’ down to Boca Raton to join my sisters and the rest of the old birds.” She took her apron with the fancy embroidered lettering off the hook and slipped it over my head. “Sweetie, I’ve lived through my last hard winter. One beautiful fall day, just after my own little ones had finally flown the nest, momma flew into the café with some big news.
She taught me to cook with love and to take pride in what we served.
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She taught me that wholesome food, made with quality ingredients, kept the café full and the customers happy. She was wise and playful, but one serious cook.
Momma and I had a wonderful life together at the café.
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I just don’t think momma would’ve been interested in hearin’ about how to run the café from some pretty boy who thought havin’ a fancy set of tail feathers meant he had a head for business. When all was said and done, it was probably best poppa wasn’t the stickin’ around type. Judging by what I see in the mirror, if nothing else, he must have been one heck of a looker. The band stopped in at the café before flying off, one thing led to another, and I was on my way. All momma ever said about the old cock was that he was lead vocalist in a band of songbirds that roosted in town overnight on the fall migration tour. Guess it’s true what they say about musicians bein’ flighty sorts. Times were tough, but never as tough as momma.Īnd if you’re wonderin’ about poppa, well that makes at least two of us, hon. Even if it meant she’d do without, she never turned a hungry soul away from her door. My momma had a heart as wide as the highway. Neither Waverly nor Nicole know it, but their lives are about to change forever.Just like my momma before me, I was hatched in an old straw hat on the back porch of a little café in Conway Arkansas just off the interstate, just north of Little Rock. Nicole Haught had been lost for a bit, wandering around with her self-proclaimed friend, when she felt the sudden urge to visit a place called Purgatory. When Waverly Earp’s best friend talked her into making a soulmate wish list, she didn’t know she had the power to make it come true.
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