This past Friday I had to go to Sainte Genevieve for a funeral. The funeral was for a very sweet woman, Marilyn. She truly was one of the sweetest women I had ever met. I love Sainte Genevieve and enjoy walking around the quaint streets and checking out the shops. Common Grounds always seemed to be closed when I was down there. (They are closed on Sundays and Mondays and I am guessing that's when I usually visit. Interesting.) Anyway, after the funeral I just sort of felt a little off. I needed to go back to St. Louis but also noticed that Common Grounds was open and I wanted to check it out. So, in honor of one of the sweetest I knew I decided to go in and see what kind of sweets they had and to get a coffee to go.
As soon as I opened the door I was greeted with 3 "hellos". I am guessing the employees were told to always greet the customers. It was nice and cheery. The place was spotless. Lots of cute signs and pictures. Lots of tables to sit around. Very spacious and yet cozy. You know what I mean. I should mention that this is no ordinary coffee house. Ninety percent of the employees are special needs.
I noticed several people eating sandwiches and was going to detour from my "sweet" mission but stayed the course. I got to the register and the guy behind it looked intense. He was nice...don't get me wrong. BUT I guarantee no one is going to mess with the register with him working. The guy next to him looked like he was ready for whatever I was going to throw his way and there was a girl who sort of hid to the left of me behind the counter. I looked up at the drink board and noticed they could make me a Dirty Chai. LOVE THOSE! And that is just what I needed to get in gear to get back to St. Louis and maybe get a little work done in the afternoon. I told them what I wanted and was asked by the guy not working the register if I wanted some flavoring - like pumpkin spice. (DO NOT judge me but I am NOT a fan of pumpkin, much less pumpkin spice - something I am constantly being ridiculed for from friends since I was born in October.) I told them, "you know...I am just not a fan of pumpkin spice or any flavoring but thanks". To which they both replied, "we don't even drink coffee". To say I was a little surprised would be a shock...I was thinking, shouldn't you drink coffee to at least be able to make sure you were making the "fun" coffees (like my dirty chai) correctly? So now I was really interested.
Next, the pastry case. They had beautiful scones, muffins, cookies and hand held pies. There was a lot to choose from and while I was there on a "sweet" mission to honor Marilyn, she was no glutton...one is just fine. But, which one? I said aloud but to no one in particular..."the scones look great. Hmmm, maybe a muffin...that blueberry lemon looks..." Didn't even get to finish...the shy quiet girl behind the counter jumped over to the case and said, "the blueberry lemon muffins are great and they have a lemon cream in the middle...they are really good and I can heat it up for you". I am paraphrasing. She was so excited about this muffin I had to try it. So I said, "let's do it". She sprung into action and before long I was walking away from the counter with muffin, napkins and beverage. ALL reasonably priced.
Here is the deal. The Dirty Chai was the best I have ever had. Seriously. (Lesson learned - you don't need to drink coffee to know how to make a coffee.) The muffin was fabulous. I can see why she got so excited about it. It was a little too warm borderline hot but honestly it was so moist and that center lemon cream or whatever just - well look at my picture. It oozed out and was so good. I will make sure that the next day I go to Sainte Genevieve it's NOT on a Sunday or Monday.
So, I was there for the funeral on Friday why am I writing on Sunday? I went to a couple of my favorite places for a Dirty Chai in St Louis. Yup...Common Grounds is better. (NOT to mention better priced and you get the ambiance of a beautiful small town too. Can't beat that!)
Bottom line...I totally succeeded in honoring Marilyn by embracing sweetness. I went into a sweet place, met some sweet people and had a sweet treat.
To Marilyn - RIP - one of the sweetest women I ever met. read more