Premier Toast
by Rose Ferguson
It was Sunday morning brunch in Mabou. I was SO HUNGRY and the tiny diner we were eating in was packed. I felt that the wait was unusually long and started complaining with such comments as, “What…do they need to wait for the hens to lay the eggs?”
Jo-Anne seemed to know everybody in the diner. “Look,” she said. “Here’s Rodney! Rodney, are you going to finish that toast?”
Rodney looked at us rather strangely and indicated that he was done eating.
Jo-Anne said, “Eat Rodney’s toast!”
I replied, “I don’t even know Rodney….I don’t want to eat his toast.”
Jo-Anne knew how to solve that problem. “Rodney…this is Rose. Rose, Rodney. Now you can eat his toast.”
Luckily, my breakfast arrived and saved me from eating a complete stranger’s leftover toast.
After breakfast we went over to an open market. In the gymnasium (?) was a Zamboni machine. Jo-anne insisted we use this as a photo prop and Gillian, Emily and I took a variety of photos on the Zamboni.
Rose, meet Rodney
At some point Jo-Anne said, “That’s whose toast you wouldn’t eat!”
I said, “Why is his name on the Zamboni?”
Jo-Anne said, “because he’s the premier of Nova Scotia!”
Me, “You mean he’s FAMOUS?”
Jo-Anne: “And you could have eaten his toast!”
Ferguson, Rose • Macdonald, Joanne • told by Rose Ferguson | Dave Ferguson November 10, 2011
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By Joanne Macdonald, December 19, 2011 @ 10:52 am
Have to say that when I eat toast, I think if Rose and the Premier!!! That was a great day and a great week with cousins I had never met and loved them like I knew them all of my life. But that is what either being from or being a part of a “Cape Bretoner” means. Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year to all…
.Jo-anne