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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.
Re: Maria/Ned
"Hey Ned" Maria greeted with a smile. "Sure did. It's not the best, but it's way better than my first two. Want to try? I'm trying to figure out what's missing to make it as good as my mom's."
Re: Maria/Ned
"Uh, yes please!" Any excuse to have pie was a good day. "You know, I made pie once in home ec. It.. well, the apple part inside was good? The crust didn't actually cook all the way through...:
Re: Maria/Ned
"Pie's actually pretty hard to do well," She replied. "Well.. pie with dough crust. Pudding pie is pretty easy."
She cut him a piece of pie and slide it over to him.
"How's it going?" She asked.
Re: Maria/Ned
"Great! I mean, mostly great?" He took a bite and approved immensely - the approval shown in his face especially. "Even better with this pie!"
He swallowed and then lowered his voice a little. "Peter and I secretly gave Ms. Rasputin a pet fish from the otherworld."
Re: Maria/Ned
"Did she like it?" She asked.
Re: Maria/Ned
"I.. don't know? It's hard to tell with her." He glanced around as if to see if she was around, then leaned in and his voice became a whisper. "I don't think she likes a lot of things."
Re: Maria/Ned
"You should just go ask," Maria offered. "Maybe bring her some pie as an excuse."
Re: Maria/Ned
He considered that, then nodded. "Yeah, okay! Sure. I'll try that." He grinned. "Everyone likes pie, right?"