“Hey! That looks good. Where did you get it?”
Mart was looking at several plates of food containing meat pies, fruit pies and turn-overs that were on the table in front of Dan.
“If you must know, I made them.”
Mart started reaching for a sample, “Really? Can I have some?”
“No. You need to get your own.”
Mart leaned back like he had been slapped. “Where am I supposed to get my own?”
“Same place I did. You make them.”
“I don’t know how to make pie.”
“Really? Your mother never taught you how to make pie?”
“No, that is squaw’s work”.
“You sure? Because it was your Mom who taught me. She convinced Mr. Maypenny to send me to your house one day. When I got there, she had a cabinet load of ingredients prepared and laid out. She gave me all kinds of cooking hints. For instance, she said that considering that I was going in to law enforcement, that I probably wouldn’t have much time to make full homemade pie crust, but that I could save a lot of money by making my own food, and that either refrigerator pie crusts or biscuit dough would work in a pinch. I can’t believe that she taught me, but never made the effort to teach you.”
”She had a hard enough time trying to convince Trixie how to cook, she never tried teaching me.”
“Huh. Well there is no time like tomorrow. Go home, and ask your Mom to teach you make pies. I bet there isn’t anything that would make her happier.”
Mark looked confused. “Why tomorrow?”
Dan shook his head. “Why, man, tomorrow is 3/14. You know, Pi day. It is a perfect day for you to learn to make pie, even square ones.”
No comments:
Post a Comment