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…