A Bartender Through the Eyes of a Runner.

So lately I’ve been posting whatever random whim suits my fancy on here, and today will be no different.

Today I wanted to give you a little taste of a class I am taking and what I do for it. This is called a vignette which is an image of something. On a field trip to a wonderful restaurant called the Fat Ham I decided to write this piece.

“The brown rimmed glass door slowly opens. The noise of the southern styled restaurant quiets as the noise from Walnut street enters.  One of the last of thirteen employees to arrive for the dinner shift steps slowly into the chaos of the Fat Ham, casually pushing sunglasses on-top her head.

The bearded man donning a navy and white striped apron glances up from where he stands. Pausing from his duty tenderizing the pork, the pounding of the metal mallet quiets and he offers a small smile. She grins back.

At home, she strolls behind the butcher block counter placing her bag and sunglasses on the corner. Quietly, efficiently she commences her work. The white bar rags are folded, bottles are filled, and silver shakers are polished. Only then does she look up taking in the scene before her: students, food, the owner.

Turning her head to the right she catches the eye of the bearded man who nods towards the scene unfolding. She goes to whisper something in his ear. He nods and outstretches his hand towards food piled on platters in the center of the restaurant. Locating a small plate flecked in small yellow flowers she approaches the food. Scooping large portions of multicolored vegetable salad, rich, yellow cornbread, and dripping barbequed meat she fills her plate.

Returning to her post behind the bar, she locates a fork and knife and attacks her salad with the delicacy of a butterfly, the style of a European, and the joy of a child. Two small bites make it to her mouth before she pauses. Chewing slowly, her eyes close as she reaches towards the hair tie living on her wrist. Quickly she twirls long brown hair into a tight bun, securing it firmly behind her head. With another bite of salad she returns to her task and turns to the wall flanked by dark liquor. Locating an empty bottle topped with a pour spout she grabs a full jug topped with a cork. The liquid from the jug is funneled into the empty bottle casting hay colored shadows on the dark, wooden bar.

Looking back towards her plate, she cuts a sizable chunk of meat, pops it into her mouth. Chews, looks down, and picks up a black peeler. From below the bar she produces a large wooden bowl full of bright colored orange and yellow fruit. Peel by peel the rinds of the oranges and lemons fall onto the counter before being carefully sorted and placed into two smaller wooden bowls.

Stepping back she nods, reaches up to untie her hair, looks towards her bearded comrade and smiles. Her hair falls around broad  shoulders. Grabbing her plate she makes her way to the only stool behind the bar. Settling in on the metal stool she sets the still full plate on her lap and begins to eat. Focused. Her preparation tasks completed, she tackles her food fervently.”

And since we are still being random. Here is a random photo collection of what I did over Labor Day weekend.

I got some new free sunglasses and out came the sassiness.

I got some new free sunglasses and out came the sassiness.

I got in some quality hammock time.

I got in some quality hammock time.

I got a little sugar from a goat.

I got a little sugar from a goat.

I took a selfie while running.

I took a selfie while running.

I studied and hung out outside.

I studied and hung out outside.

I went bike riding for a couple hours with this beautiful person.

I went bike riding for a couple hours with this beautiful person.

I went on a trail run and got super dirty.

I went on a trail run and got super dirty.

And last but not least, I got famous on the UPenn Instagram!

And last but not least, I got famous on the UPenn Instagram!

Happy Wonderful Wednesday!

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