No, no..!

Tammy shook her head..

It's not a political party.. I don't do politics, I just talk a lot..

She lifted her shoulders, as if she was apologizing for her character. She grinned.

I just appreciate my freedom even more after what happened today, and that's why I would like to celebrate. When I was in jail, I receive a lot of heart-breaking supporting messages..  As a sign of appreciation I present you..

Tammy turned around and swung her arms wide

I present you.. Free coffee and snacks! With the benefit of it being a buffet-style, so I cannot spill anything bringing it to you!

The table had a lot of stuff on it including coffee, tea, lemonade, a large red velvet cake, a chocolate cake and of course a large bowl of custard and custard cookies.

Please take one per person only! Let's celebrate freedom!

Gordon walks in wearing his usual pristine white chef jacket noticing a large bowl of custard Gordon helps himself to a bowl adds a chopped banana and makes a cup of tea. Taking the cup and saucer with a biscuit on the side and the bowl Gordon navigates the room looking for a place to sit carefully avoiding feet he wouldn't want to make a mess on the carpet or jacket 

MsRain was a little worried about Tammy and her troubles last night.  She peaked in the jail a couple of times then were happy to see she was finally released.  When she heard about the little Liberation Party with free coffee and snacks she couldn’t resist the temptation, especially Tammy’s famous chocolate cake. MsRain sat down at a booth, when the waitress came over she asked the waitress for a coffee with milk, one sugar and a slice of chocolate cake. When the waitress delivered her order MsRain raised her coffee cup to Tammy.  Free at last, free at last. Then she enjoyed every bite of her chocolate cake. 

The streets were strangely quiet, or at least she assumed they were since she was a girl out of time and had no idea what this place should be like aside from what TV had showed her. Hearing a voice echoing against the buildings she followed the sound until she saw that waitress she'd seen around who had yet to give her any coffee, regardless of how many times she asked, shouting about freedom. "Huh, its a revolution." she muttered before spotting the table of goodies. Confident in her 19 year old metabolism lasting well into old age, she quick stepped over and started sneaking treats into her pockets and mouth, eyes darting about making sure no one was coming to stop her. Once she was filled to the brim, a smear of frosting on her cheek she grinned at Tammy and waved, "Hate to be a stick in the mud, but I really must be on my way..." she called out to her before heading off, glancing over her shoulder a few times before reaching into the dirty sweatshirt pocket and pulling out a chunk of something and popping it in her mouth, "Fucking Cake Walk." she said with a laugh, heading towards home to share the goods with Foamy. 

Blushing, Tammy was relieved when she noticed the legendary chef Gordon_Ramsay used the buffet. The relief basically came from the knowledge of not being able to spill any stainable liquids over the perfectly white jacket he wore.

Tammy walked towards MsRain and smiled, offering her yet another piece of chocolate cake.

I heard you had been worried and to be honest, find that heartwarming. Please this other piece and enjoy it whenever you want to..

She really wanted to give MsRain a hug, but she hesitated.. In her mind she somehow had changed her social distancing values recently, and nowadays she had decided she'd only hug people that clearly indicated they would let her..

As she turned around, Tammy wanted to yell

There is more!

But she saw a plundered table. A proper mess. A terrible graveyard of cakes and liquids.. Tammy suddenly felt sad..
Who in the world does such a thing?, she asked

She looked around and saw someone walking off in the far distance, grabbing squeezed food right out of their pockets. Tammy felt devastated. Until she realized the person wasn't far away at all. It was a matter of perspective, she was still quite close..

Jen! Tammy yelled.. Why?

Right at the moment she felt her Liberation Party was ruined, she saw Ricky_Bobby standing up for her once again. Apparently, he had been released recently as well and must have felt similar upon his release from jail, putting all kind of stuff from Tammy's bakery on the buffet table. Boy, the lovely treats he put on the table!!

Cans of coffee, jars of milk, even hot chocolate.. Probably from imported Ivory Coast cacao, Tammy thought.
And, of course, a variety of custard-based items:
Crème Brûlée, Custard Pie, Wendigo's.. and maybe also JackMezzo's favourite Flans, Pastel de Nata and gorgeous Red Velvet Cake for gorgeous LolaFitzgerald, Bougatsa, Salzburger Nockerl and chocolate topped Saint Honoré Cake.

As an extra she put down some Bossche Bollen, mainly to persuade Saanvi to dig in, too.

Again, if all take just one item, many will be satisfied!

Foamy stopped and listened as the erratic waitress addressed the growning throng.

'ooo free biccies, count me in.  Hey Tammy, any danger of a bit of flan for the more discernable squirrel?'

'oh and welcome back, lets hope Ricky can join the party soon'

Word had made its way down the wire, as it did, to a sweet tooth. Joining the freedom party, Scarfo greeted those he knew and tipped his hat and saluted away to those he only really knew by reputation before unknowingly going straight for the most fitting desert. Others seemed to have already been devoured and this one was the next to cross his path. As he stood off to the side enjoying the little victory, he noticed the nameplate placed before the Saint Honoré Cake.

Nodding, he offered his thanks aloud with a raised spork as crumbs spat out the side of his mouth, "Amazing spread. You should do this more often, Tammy. Now I'm embarrassed I haven't yet visited that custard joint in Philly. This is quite a treat."

Tony was walking the streets quietly when all of a sudden... another event hosted by tammy. Tony wondered what it could be this time? He thought it most likely had something to do with Custard seeing she was a custard junkie. When Tony noticed its was simply free coffee, he was delighted. The cold winter of Philly had gotten to him and needed something to warm him up. He walked up the the table for the self-serve coffee which was already almost empty. Tony turned his head to the right and noticed a table of snacks, crumbs and left over custard... arrgg there's the custard, there obviously HAD to be custard somewhere! Tony looked at the table where he noticed Gordon_Ramsay looking at the food; he was most likely doing another critic of the food being served. A few inches away from Gordon, Tony saw crumbs on the floor and though which kind of degenerate would litter as such. As he got closer to the crumbs he noticed a pattern on the floor which lead to jen who was walking away towards foamy. Tony took a sip of his coffee and headed towards tammy.

Hey, thanks for the coffee, this was a really good pick me upper! 

Tony was about to make his way back to his business when he turned towards tammy again.

Ohh, watch out for those Detroit people, I think they may be working a new custard recipe, maybe they wanna try and compete against you? AHH BOPE! Have a great day, stay safe.

Tony walked away wondering who he'd run into next. 

Foamy notices Tony taking in the surroundings and goes over for a chat.

'Tony,, noone is more surprised by me that Jen is leaving a trail of crumbs, she doesn't normally drop a crumb, healthy appetite that one'

Thank you for attending the party and welcoming me back, Foamy! Tammy said, smiling, just when Scarfo addressed her

It would be an absolute pleasure to host you in Today's Special Custard Dish in Philadelphia Business District, she replied, continuing
but I must warn you that some people, Takkar for example, have been unimpressed with what has been offered over there.

Just when Tammy was about to unveil yet another table of treats Tony_Alacchi thanked her for the coffee.

An absolute pleasure, sir.. Tammy politely nodded, enjoying the size of the crowd that had actually ventured to the Streets to enjoy their freedom.
Stealing my recipes..? That would be disastrous! Who..? Foamy? Jen?

Slightly confused about the intentions of two of her guests, of which one was still there, she remembered to point out a table holding a pile of bowls, a small tank filled with spoons and two rather large pans. She wondered which of the two recipes would be more popular..

Two signs indicated the respective contents

Clumpless custard and clumpy custard

"Belle, get out here quickly. We're celebrating Tammy's freedom. There's custard and cake."  Tony hung up the phone and made his way back to the party to continue the celebration

Belle rushed rushed to get ready and left her apartment,  almost forgetting her purse and keys. "Cake and custard wait for no one" She yelled to her cat, Chuckles, as she exited through the front door. 

As she arrivred to the gathering, Belle could see there were still a fair amount of people celebrating away. She approached the crowd and saw a beautiful spread of snacks. After grabbing herself a slice of custard pie, she headed over to greet Tammy.

"Tammy, I'm so glad to see you free once again. I heard about your time away and I'm sorry you had to pay the price for such nonsense. You really shouldn't have been punished that way."

Belle took her first ever bite of custard pie. A smile formed over her face and she quickly devoured the rest."Tammy, this pie is one of the more beautiful things I've eaten in ages. Thank you for making all these goodies for the rest of us."

Saanvi sat on a park bench in South Philly enjoying the winter sunshine. She opened her bag to see if there was any coffee left in her thermos, but unfortunately it was completely empty.

She looked around to see if there was a coffee shop nearby so she could fill her thermos. In her district, there is always a coffee cart at the entrance to the park. She had arranged this herself to avoid ever running out of coffee.

She could not find an outlet, but she did see a man walking with a few boxes and on one of the boxes was a coffee brand. Saanvi became curious and decided to follow the man and see where he went.

The man entered a location where a lot of pleasant murmurs could be heard. Curious, she wanted to look around the corner of the door when she was almost run over by a young lady who was visibly in a hurry. 

"Sorry Ma'am, but I am on the run. Soooorrrrryyyy". 

Saanvi looked at the young lady running away and saying aloud, "What manners and how awful that she was talking with her mouth full". Saanvi wiped her clothes, because the young lady had spilled some crumbs on her coat when she addressed her.

As she turned to go inside she came across a very well dressed man who tapped his hat for a moment. "I see you have already made the acquaintance of Jen. Not in the right way, of course, but hey, it's Jen. My name is Tony, Tony_Alacchi, nice to meet you".

Saanvi was very charmed by the way Tony addressed her and was very surprised that there were still respectful gentlemen around. She hadn't met many of them in a while.

"Nice to meet you too Tony. I am Saanvi and I am from the North Side, Chicago. I was enjoying the sunshine in the park, but I ran out of coffee. So I was looking for a place where I could buy new coffee".

"Then you've come to the right place. Tammy is having a party and is serving free coffee and lots of goodies. Take a look around. And maybe see you soon".

Saanvi thanked Tony and walked over to the table where the coffee and bakerys were. She poured herself a cup of coffee and saw that there were lots of delicious cakes. She was already peering at the chocolate cake, because no woman can resist chocolate.

Suddenly she saw another pastry behind the chocolate cake. Something that looked very familiar to her. Her mother always made these when there was something to celebrate. But gee, what was it called again? It was something in her mother's language. She could not think of it. She walked up to the woman who was undoubtedly the centre of attention and introduced herself.

"Hello, I am Saanvi and I am very curious to know what this pastry is called. It is something my mother used to make for me but I have forgotten the name. What do you call this incredibly delicious pastry?"

"Hello Saanvi, I am Tammy and I made this. I also know this pastry from my mother. She called it a bossche bol. Is that the name you mean too?"

"Jaaaaaa, that's it. But that means that your ancestors also came from Europe. Maybe we should find out? But first let's drink coffee together and enjoy your bossche bol".

Saanvi took a fresh cup of coffee and picked up her bossche bol and enjoyed eating it.