You F*cking Freak!
Jeanette’s apple pie ain’t pretty
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What the hell Nancy Jo? I asked you to make an apple pie and you bring this… this… slop!? It’s ice cold and a gigantic rectangle! Who makes rectangular pies? Who? And, it’s in a beat-up, old 9x13 pan. Have you lost your mind? Damnit! Why did I trust you? I should have known. You fucking freak!
This is a disaster! There’s nothing for it but to serve. Everyone’s waiting.
With a tight smile, Barbara headed into the dining room.
The square pieces were served.
Guests looked askance.
Applause followed.
Her mother’s recipe, and pan, always delivered.
Jeanette’s (my mom) original recipe… Highly detailed, eh? Let me fill you in. Make two pie crusts and line a 9"x13" pan. Dot the crust with butter, fill to the top with diced/cubed apples, and pour in the mixture below sprinkling a little sugar between the layers of apples. (That’s 1 pint of sour cream, and 325 degrees Fahrenheit.)…
