The key to good cooking is the garnish
The Propper Topping for Pie
Home Recipes Week
“A RECIPE EXCHANGE? Between Aunt Maudie and your cousin Delroyd?” Sharon’s grip would have broken her iPhone had she been She Hulk. But she wasn’t, so her fingers cramped instead.
“Maw Maw thought it would be a good idea. Since Aunt Maudie doesn’t get out much, she thought this might encourage her to get in touch with family members.” Her daughter Virginia’s voice rose, sounding whiny the way she always did when anyone questioned something she said. (Which was often.)
Sharon placed the phone on her counter and leaned over it with palms flat on the surface. She wore her heels, stockings, and skirt, but only her bra from the waist up because, as usual, Virginia called while she was dressing for work. “Did it occur to you that Maw Maw has dementia and she’ll tell you the exact opposite tomorrow?”
It bothered Sharon that the family depended on her to be the smartest and she graduated high school with a C average (and that’s because they rounded up).
Sharon wore her heels, stockings, and skirt, but only her bra from the waist up because, as usual, Virginia called while she was dressing for work.
Virginia whined, “I don’t see the problem. Aunt Maudie’s pies are delicious, and Delroyd’s a chef. I’d think they’d want to exchange recipes.”
Sharon shook her fist, miming pounding it on her counter. “Delroyd is not a chef. He’s a cook. A meth cook. That’s not the kind of recipe she’d want.”
“Oh.” The prolonged silence that followed told Sharon her daughter was struggling with a thought, one that would most likely self-destruct. Finally, “Can’t she just sprinkle it on her pies? Like sugar?”
Continued tomorrow…
