A Recipe for Deliverance

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I could have called this a Romance, but it is not just about that. I could have listed it under Religion & Spirituality, but that is not what this story is saying. So I put "Other" and I will let each reader decide for themselves.

Submitted: August 21, 2017

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Gallo Garluchie was not a big man, but his heart was as big as all outdoors. He was always finding good to do even when he was not looking for it. And as the saying goes, "The good you do is the good you get." --- Case in point.

Gallo was up early on this wondrous Saturday morning and he was baking his special bread in his little bakery.

This was a recipe that his Grand-mama entrusted to him when he first announced that he was going to be a baker.

"Gallo, my sweet boy," his Grand-mama said, "this recipe, it came-ah from my own Grand-mama and she swore that it was a gift from God.

She said that she saw the recipe in a book that was in one of her special dreams. A lady wearing white told her to bake the bread often and to give the recipe to her children. The Lady said that the bread would reveal its true purpose someday; ("Have faith and bake it often."), the lady in white stated."

So here Gallo is, doing what his Grand-mama told him to do, and doing it very well I might add.

But that is not the only reason he bakes Grand-mama's bread, the other reason is that it is a best seller among the breads that he bakes. His customers love it because it is so different from the others.

***

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door! And because it was dark outside and not yet time to open, Gallo was concerned.

"Who is at the door?" Gallo questioned.

"It is I, Dawnanette, the king's personnel baker and pastry designer. Let me in!"

Well, Gallo Garluchie was beside himself with excitement! The King's own baker and pastry designer was about to enter Gallo's humble little bakery. So Gallo flung the door wide open to greet this man of great talent and esteem.

What a disappointment Gallo felt.

Gallo had always pictured this legend as six feet tall, round and robust from sampling all his many wonderful pastries, and most of all --- a man. However, when Gallo Garluchie opened his door he saw a pitiful whisper of a woman wearing a dirty white smock and her hair was a mess; half hanging in her face, the rest was just all over the place.

"Well, are you going to invite me in?" Asked Miss Dawnanette

Gallo was stammering as he replied, "Oh, excuse-ie, I was not expecting, well, ah."

"Yes, yes, I know, you were not expecting a woman!" Dawnanette stated and then asked, “Am I not correct, Monsieur?"

"No, it is not that, well, not for the most part. And if you will excuse me for saying so, I was shocked that you are wearing that disgusting food stained smock. And your hair, it is not pulled back out of your face, it is all over the place. How do you manage to be ("The Great Dawnanette"), the king's personnel baker and pastry designer? And yet, here you are, a frazzled mess."

Miss Dawnanette burst into tears and fell into Gallo's opened arms.

"You do not know what it is like, Monsieur," the lady replied as she sobbed hysterically. "The King is constantly wanting more, better, different!

How many ways can one decorate the cupcake, how many fillings can one fill a pie with before one runs out of ideas?"

Gallo was surprised by her outburst and replied, "I did not mean to make you so upset Miss Dawnanette."

Then Gallo tried to calm her down by saying, "Please, sit, and I will bring you some wine to calm your nerves."

"Oh thank you, --- ah, ah. I am afraid that I do not know your name, Monsieur."

"I am Gallo Garluchie, and I am at your service," he said as he handed her a glass of wine, then attempted a bow.

 

The young woman smiled slightly and took a sip from the glass. Then she smiled even brighter and said, "This is an excellent Chardonnay, Mr. Garluchie."

Gallo replied, "Please-ah, call me Gallo, it is much less formal."

"That is true, Gallo, and you may call me Annette if you wish," stated Miss Dawnanette as she held her glass out for more wine.

"Scuzzy, Annette, May I ask what you are doing so close to the docks this early in the morning?" Then he stated, "It is not a safe place for a lone man or woman, before the sun comes up."

"Well, if you must know, Monsieur, I was on my way to the cliffs to kill myself," Annette stated very matter-ah-factually.

"The King is not a tolerant man and I would rather jump to my death than have my head cut off for not having some new cake fashioned by tomorrow.

At least, this way, I will die on my own terms and by my own hand. I would never give anyone the satisfaction of disgracing the Dawnanette name in a public forum!"

Gallo replied with a gasp, "But there must be another way that does not involve such drastic action, dear Annette. Let us put our heads together and craft a plan.

Would you care for more wine?"

Well the two did share more wine. And the two did put their heads together; very close together, to be exact. And after all was said and done Annette went back to the castle with two of Gallo's pies, a wonderful grape, pineapple, and the other was a cranberry-apple, with blueberries; they are to die for.

Poor Annette, she had just run out of ideas and needed a rest from her maddening pace; you might say that she just needed a vacation.

So with Gallo doing the baking, using his recipes, she had the needed time to get back to being her artful and much calmer self.

She was quite a striking woman and Gallo had fallen deeply in love with her, and I must confess, the feeling was mutual. Annette was like a schoolgirl whenever she was around Gallo.

Thus, a problem became evident. How could the two marry since she was tied to the King's service?

Annette questioned, "Gallo, what will we do?"Then she stated, "We cannot go on like this forever, soon you and I will run out of new recipes and then I will be back to jumping off a cliff.

I have spoken to the King's aid and he tells me that no-one leaves the King's service unless they die. If they marry, their spouse must join them in their quarters, within the castle grounds. There are no other options."

Gallo pulled Annette close to him and said, "Annette, my love, I have devised a plan. If all works well, you shall be free of the King and we shall be together at last."

Then he told her of his idea.

***

 

After weeks of planning the day had arrived. Gallo set out for the castle with a package, while Annette stayed at the Bakery.

"Halt! State Your Business," was the command from the King's guard who was on duty at the servant's entrance of the castle.

"I have come with a gift from the King's Baker," stated Gallo.

The Guard look puzzled and asked, "And where is Miss Dawnanette?"

Gallo replied, "Alas, she was taken by a band of abductors as she was making her way to the castle. They put her aboard a pirate's Schooner and then sailed on the morning's tide.

I fear the worst for her."

"I will have to inform the King, wait here!" stated the guard as he called to another guard to take his place at the door.

In just a few moments the guard returned and ordered Gallo to follow him.

Into the servant's entrance they went, passed the kitchen and through the preparation area, then into the king's dining room.

As they entered the King turned to look at Gallo, then he said, "What is this that I hear of my beloved Baker, is she dead?"

Gallo bowed on one knee, he was not sure one knee was enough but he took a chance, then he stated, "We do not know for certain my King, but the outcome does not look good. Pirates usually do not spare their female victims for long, and women are considered bad luck aboard a ship. I am afraid that she may be dead already."

The King rose from his seat and asked, "What was she doing so far away from the castle at that hour?"

"Baking a surprise for you, my King," Gallo answered with a whimper. "She had fashioned bread that bears your name and is as unique as you are, my Lord. She wanted to present it to you today, for your birthday.

But, alas, (sob, sob), she is gone!"

"What reason was it that she did not bake it here, in my kitchen?" the King questioned, with a sort of lion's growl in his voice.

Gallo replied with tears streaming down his face,"If you do not mind me saying so, my Lord, the King has eyes and ears everywhere, especially within the Castle grounds. She wanted this to be a complete surprise so she chose to do the baking in the village by the sea. She loved her King so much that she risked her life to surprise you."

Then the King bellow in a terribly stern voice, "Then what have you brought with you, some poor substitute to try to appease me in my hour of grieving?"

Gallo replied meekly, but quickly, "Oh No my Lord! This is the very bread that Miss Dawnanette was bringing to serve her King. She dropped the package when the assailants grabbed her."

The King thought for a moment then replied, "Hmm, well let us taste it, ah, in her honor!"

"Oh yes, my Lord, but it should be warmed and buttered before tasting," Gallo stated.

"Are you a chef, whatever your name is?" the King questioned.

"I am known a Gallo, my King, and no, I am not a chef. But Miss Dawnanette told me that any bread is better when warmed and buttered, and possible a smidge of honey would do.

This bread is wonderful cold, my Lord, so it stands to reason that it would be fantastic, like the King is fantastic, when warmed and buttered."

The King agreed and one loaf was taken away to be warmed.

When returned, the bread was on a platter with a dish of fresh churned butter, a flask of honey, and knives for cutting and buttering.

As the King bit into the first slice his face turned to the look of a child with its first taste of sugar.

Within moments the loaf was gone!

After a few more digestible moments the King made a proclamation: "Let it be known, from this day forward Miss Annette Dawnanette will always be called the King's Baker, extraordinaire! And a statue of her shall be erected and placed in the south garden, near the kitchen.

And more importantly, this kingdom now has an official bread; it is My Bread, Ezekiel's Bread."

***

Clearly, there is not a Priest or Monk in the kingdom that dares tell the King that the bread was named after a different Ezekiel, one who lived long before this king’s time.

And who knows if Gallo’s Grand-mama’s Grand-mama saw Annette in her dream, or maybe it was an Angel in white. But the recipe was real and the bread did save a life, thanks to a crafty baker named Gallo.

Now the statue of Annette Dawnanette did not resemble her very much, and that is just as well.

Annette and Gallo are sure the King's people will not be looking for her now that she is supposedly dead. But still, she would not want anyone recognizing her from seeing the statue.

Some joy does come to Annette because her family name is on the statue, and that will give honor her family for generations to come.

But Annette Dawnanette is not her name any longer; she is now Mrs. Ann Garluchie, the baker's calm and happy wife.

 

The End!

 

 

D. Thurmond / JEFalcon

08-20-2017


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