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strangetrip2019-03-11 06:52 pm
st_rongliketeflon) wrote in strangetrip2019-03-11 06:52 pm
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[EP] Pies (OTA)
Her mother had always made pie making look so easy. Amy DeLuca's pie were the best in Roswell and a selling point in Liz's parents' cafe. Maria decided to try and make some of her mother's famous Keylime pie to stave off the homesickness she was starting to feel. So far her attempts were poor.
"Third time's the charm, right?" She said as she slide a pie slice over to Brad. He had volunteered to help her taste-test and hadn't died from her two previous attempts. "I promise I put less salt in this one."
Brad nodded and dug in. He chewed thoughtfully. He then smiled.
"This isn't half bad," He said. "It tastes like Keylime this time for sure."
Maria took a bite of her own and pumped her arm.
"Yes!" She said. "Not quite as good as my mom's, but it's edible."
"I'll take this one to go," He said, lifting the plate with a nod.
Maria nodded back and watched as Brad walked over to the table he had previously been occupying. There was a series of psychology books strewn about. They all seemed focused on depression or other behavioral illnesses.
Maria took another bite of hers and looked over her hand-written recipe as she tried to decide what to change to make it more like mom's.
"Third time's the charm, right?" She said as she slide a pie slice over to Brad. He had volunteered to help her taste-test and hadn't died from her two previous attempts. "I promise I put less salt in this one."
Brad nodded and dug in. He chewed thoughtfully. He then smiled.
"This isn't half bad," He said. "It tastes like Keylime this time for sure."
Maria took a bite of her own and pumped her arm.
"Yes!" She said. "Not quite as good as my mom's, but it's edible."
"I'll take this one to go," He said, lifting the plate with a nod.
Maria nodded back and watched as Brad walked over to the table he had previously been occupying. There was a series of psychology books strewn about. They all seemed focused on depression or other behavioral illnesses.
Maria took another bite of hers and looked over her hand-written recipe as she tried to decide what to change to make it more like mom's.