at listening to her new bossâs orders at the café in Paris? Gladys had been sure that the new owners were horrible people and that her aunt was in the right to quit in a huff. But now, after witnessing Aunt Lydiaâs behavior at work multiple times, she wasnât so sure.
âHereâwhy donât you let me and Sandy handle the sample tray for a few minutes while you go change that light?â she suggested. âI think Mr. Eng keeps spare bulbs back in the storeroom.â
âOkay, okay,â Aunt Lydia said, âbut make sure you push the Limburger.â
ââBodaciously funkyââyeah, right,â Sandy muttered as Aunt Lydia moved away. âItâs unpopular because it tastes like a foot!â He grabbed another sample and held it out to a man entering the store. âExcuse me, sir, but would you like to try some Limburger? Itâs vomitously delicious!â The man gave Sandy a strange look, and Gladys couldnât help but laugh as he hurried away.
âYouâre terrible,â she said.
âNo,
this
is terrible.â He waved the sample under Gladysâs nose, and her eyes watered. âIâm gonna win on Monday for
sure.
â
A few minutes later, the cheese fridge was bathed in glorious light, the sample platter was bare (thanks, in most part, to Sandy, who forced down several more bites of Limburger âto build up toleranceâ), and Mr. Eng was none the wiser. Still, as Sandy lined up to buy his package of putrescent cheese, Gladys couldnât help wondering how many times she was going to have to swoop in and save her aunt from her self-destructive instincts at work.
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Luckily, Aunt Lydia wasnât on duty the next day when Gladys returned to the Gourmet Grocery to meet Parm and her teammates. Still in their practice clothes, the girls peeled off in groups of two or three to troll the aisles for the ingredients Gladys assigned them. Somehow, talking to kids she didnât know was less scary when the subject was food.
Parm, however, did seem a little scared. âHow many different things are we making??â she asked, her voice panicky as she looked over Gladysâs list.
âI thought weâd do three recipes.â Gladys showed Parm the first recipe she had printed. âThe frosting pattern on these cookies makes them look like soccer balls, see? Then thereâs this brownie recipe I got from Sandyâs mom, because kids love chocolate and her brownies are the best. And then, finally, I wanted to make something gluten-free, for the kids who canât eat wheat.â Gladys shuffled to a new page. âI did a bunchof searching and finally came up with these Indian confections made with chickpea flour.â
Parm looked at the picture on Gladysâs printout. âI know those. Thereâs a sweets shop in Jackson Heights where my family likes to go sometimes, and they sell them. But wait! Donât they have some kind of nasty name?â Parm looked at the paper again, then pointed to the subtitle. âYeah, thatâs it: barfi.â
Gladys nodded. âI thought maybe weâd just keep the name to ourselves until
after
the kids had tried them.â
âGood plan,â Parm said. âIâm sure it actually means something else anyway, right?â
âI looked it up, and it comes from the Hindi word for âsnow,ââ Gladys told her. âNow come on, letâs get these last few ingredients.â
Their bill at Mr. Engâs was not cheap, but Gladys promised the team they would make plenty more in profits the next day. âThe good thing about selling three different items is that kids will want to try them all, so hopefully youâll get more than one sale per kid,â Gladys said. Parm agreed that that made sense.
At Parmâs, under Gladysâs watchful eye, everyone rolled up their sleeves and busted out the mixing bowls.
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