24. Degenerative Desserts

I got up at seven o’clock the next morning, made coffee and listened to the radio. There was a cute piece on NPR about The Science Behind Santa’s Christmas Eve Journey. It was about how Rudolph’s red nose was ideal to guide Santa’s sleigh through the night sky because it radiates light, rather than reflecting…

10. Promising Polenta

The next day at work I was tortured with excitement. I wanted to see the boy who wanted to see me. I had forgotten what it was like to be so excited about someone that I got distracted at work. I was so smiley and spacey that one of my lunch ladies asked me if…

4. Disappointing Desserts

I picked up my ringing cell phone. It was Lena. “Hi, Lena.” “Hi! We’re out front!” “OK! I’ll be down in two seconds.” I got in the back of her car and sat next to her three-year-old son, Ford. “Hi, Ford!” I greeted him. “That’s an awesome hat. Are you ready to eat some pie?”…

3. Sweet Suspense

The following Sunday I got up at 7:00am to take the pies out of the freezer and put them in the oven. I sat and waited patiently for them to brown. To bide my time, I checked my email: nothing interesting. Then I checked facebook: no one was up yet to post anything. I read…

1. Apple of My Pie

The apples were bubbling up with little pops of steam through the rich, golden crust. The pie was ready, but a little too late. Carolyn was at the Lincoln Park Zoo for another hour and there was no way the pies would be cool enough to taste when four o’clock rolled around. I got a late…