Quote: billryanToday is Ruth Graves Wakefield's birthday. Another of America's forgotten heroes, Mrs. Wakefield, has brought countless joy to people for the past ninety years with her simple creation.
Ruth and her husband owned a small inn in New England, and were looking for a signature dessert when she came up with her creation.
Soon, people drove for miles to dine at her inn, and when her goods were sent overseas in care packages for the Boys during WW2, they became the stuff of legends. After the war, she agreed to share her recipe with Nestle in return for $1 and a lifetime supply of products. Her goods were widely copied, but since they couldn't use her trademarked Toll House name, they labeled their knockoffs as chocolate chip cookies.
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She set up her inn two small towns away from where I live, and her and her cookies are well known around these parts.
Van Halen made brown M&Ms famous when their concert riders called for pounds of M&Ms with no brown ones. Blue M&Ms are relatively new, but the new dyes can't duplicate the desired hues.
I placed an order via their app for dinner for two. It's $9.99, and you get five pieces, two regular sides, and two biscuits. I said I'd use the drive-thru, and it said pick up in seven minutes.
I get there, and the line for the drive-thru is unusually long, so I park and go inside- where it is almost empty. There is one person who appears to be waiting for his order. I tell the woman at the counter that I have a mobile order and show her my phone. She looks at me and tells me it is a drive-thru order, then asks why I'm inside. She disappears into the back, and another woman comes out. She asks if I'm Bill, and I affirm.
She apologizes, explains that they are out of coleslaw, and asks if she can substitute something else. I say, "Sure, I'll take mashed potatoes." She goes in the back and a minute or two later comes back. I'd ordered the regular chicken, and they only had four pieces ready. i could wait eight minutes for a fresh batch or take a spicy piece. I said spicy was fine, and she appreciated my flexibility. She hands me the bag and thanks me for my patience.
I got home, and she had given me a family-sized portion of mashed potatoes, and instead of five pieces, there were eight, including three spicy breasts and a regular breast. I expected to get a meal and a snack out of it, but got two plus meals instead. The very capable woman changed what could have been a negative experience and made it a positive.

