August 20, 2014 – Sawyer and I had a meeting today at the brewery with Violet, Charlotte, Addie and Peaches. We need to cost out a few ideas we have for our craft beers this fall. We also have to decide on flavors, names and advertising. My goodness! We’ve been working hard this week to pull together something to show the others and to get a consensus with a wings up or a wings down before we start brewing any new lines. I made the comment that we also need a bigger table in our conference room. The piece of plywood over two barrels that we are currently using leave no room for elbows.
“How big do you think we can go?” asked Sawyer, clearly liking the idea.
“I’m sure we could build something ourselves from the scrap wood pile under the three-season porch,” Addie reasoned. “Best of all, it wouldn’t cost us a penny.”
“I think so, too!” Violet said. “We should have enough materials to build a large oval table that will fit 12 swivel chairs. We can get those down at the second-hand office store for nearly nothing.”
“Whatever we build has to make it through this door,” Sawyer rationalized spreading her wings to span across the opening.
“You’re right,” I agreed. “We’ll need to measure to know how far to go with circumference.”
“Is that who’s making the table?” Peaches asked.
“What do you mean, who…?” Charlotte inquired looking at Peaches with a tilted head.
“The table maker; will it be Sir Cumference?”
“Yes,” Addie answered. “If we go with a round table, which I agree will fit best in this room, we’ll need to know circumference.”
“But why do we need to know him?” Peaches pressed. “Is Sir Cumference making the table for us?”
“Is who making the table?” Sawyer asked.
“Are you chickens smoking something?!” Peaches laughed, somewhat exasperated. “You say you want to make a table. You need to know Sir Cumference. All I’m asking is why. What does he have to do with any of this?”
“WHO?!!!” we pressed in unison.
“SIR CUMFERENCE!!!” Peaches replied throwing her wings in the air. “I think the fumes are getting to all of you! I’m heading back to the coop to talk to my stick. Let me know when you get this table situation figured out.”
She rose to leave, stopping for a moment in the doorway.
“By the way,” she said calmly, “I think a great fall flavor would be butterscotch. I love you all.”
We love Peaches. She’s sweet and she’s brilliant without even knowing it. Tomorrow we start working on the new recipe. I think we’ll name it, “Sir Cumference’s Butterscotch Brew”. As for the table, we’ve shelved that item for another day.