Goodmorning my little cuffin-heads!
Hope everyone had a GREAT twilight weekend, we had such a blast at the Ike&Jane. The place was FULL of giggles and bike clips! Unfortunately, we ran out of donuts EARLY both days. Never fear... more next weekend!
We're getting ready for summer! Come try our homemade lemonade... it's too delicious to be true.
Cookies are smelling up the place!
This Friday's Giant Donut competition is already in the works, Hope you're ready!
Today's Soups: Cajun Chicken Stew, Creamy Tomato, Ham Stew with Pineapple (very Aloha!)
Hearts!
Ike&Jane
PS: We were in the Flagpole, did you see? Thanks Helen! Glad we could help!
Tomato Soup For The Soul
It isn’t often (unfortunately) that I have an experience that makes me think, “I need to write this down.” For my sanity and for a variety of other reasons, I’m glad I ate at Ike and Jane for lunch today.
I am an often workaholic businesswoman who, although I love my job and wake up actually looking forward to my ritualistic morning drive towards downtown, tend to be so busy and the proverbial “stressed out” during the day that I have all but forgotten how to appreciate the little day-to-day things I used to love so much. Caught up in the lunch meetings that consist of little more than gray suits, spinach or Niçoise salads and Diet Cokes, I realized by eating lunch at Ike and Jane, and actually taking the time to sit down by myself and (slowly) eat, was what I had been missing.
In an unintentional reversion to my childhood, I ordered a peanut butter and Nutella sandwich and a cup of tomato soup. Although they have the best tomato soup in town by far and probably even the best I’ve ever had in my life, I found more than really good food there. Looking out over Prince Avenue while I ate my gooey sandwich and childishly blew on my spoonfuls on soup, I found myself thinking about walking through hot blades of grass in my bare feet; my second grade teacher, Ms. Thompson, who caught me cheating on a multiplication test and taught me about being an honest person while becoming my favorite teacher in the process; the breeze blowing random pieces of hair across my face in the sunlight; my sweet and hippie-ish friend, Alden, who lives in Charleston and who I don’t get to see much anymore; my high school boyfriends and college buddies; the things I used to want and dream about before the daily mundaneness got in the way. I wanted it to be a Sunday afternoon with no cars on the street; I wanted people who remembered what it was like to be relaxed and gracious and kind; I wanted a mind that didn’t quite overthink things so much. As I sat there in the middle of my busy Tuesday afternoon, I found myself wondering what time they closed and trying to make excuses to not leave. I thought not only about myself and my long-lost friends, but also realized what I have overlooked about Athens in recent years: all the wonderful little hidden watering holes and soul food spots and idiosyncrasies that made me fall in love with this town. As I watched my Blackberry die and polished off the last sip of my tea, I left feeling like a new person, a better person, the person my mom always wanted me to be. And seriously, try the tomato soup.
Helen Pinson
