Bet I can get that pear
crisp recipe from Cool-guy. It'll be easy.....
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Column # 144 Woozling
a Pear Crisp Recipe |
Bet I can get that pear
crisp recipe from Cool-guy. It'll be easy..... |
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www.livingthelifeofholly.com “Holly. I’m getting tired of pre-reading the columns. Just write whatever you want to write about me.” Cool-guy said. “Really?” Man. This sounded like a lot of leeway. “Anything I want?” “Bring it on.” “Ok. So. I could write that you were born at 3:26 AM?” “Yup. I don’t care. Write about anything. But. I’m tired of reading the stuff before it’s finished. I want to wait and read the finished product when everyone else reads it.” “But what if I write something that you find offensive? And it’s already finished.” “I don’t care.” He sighed. “Write anything. Do you want me to sign it in blood?” “So…” I thought a moment. “I could write about how you never wear socks?” He looked at me. “Of course you could write about that. I’d send a copy to my old high school. They made me pick up trash every weekend for refusing to wear socks. Well. What good did it do? I turned out to be a only-cold-weather-sock-wearer as an adult.” I thought a moment. “I could write about the time you burned the grilled tuna?” He stiffened. “Sure. You can write about that. It’s only the second time in my life that I’ve ever dried out fish. Glad that you got to witness it.” “Bruce said it was the best fish he’d ever had. He LOVES overdone fish.” “Guy’s will eat anything. It doesn’t mean it tasted good.” He said, sourly. “Hey. Speaking of good food. Can I have that pear crisp recipe?” “No. No way. You’ll share it with the world.” “Um. I thought your life was an open book.” “My life is. That recipe is not.” “Honey.” I said moving in for a kiss. “I want to make that crisp for some friends. Can you give me the recipe?” He kissed me back. “Kissing will get you nowhere. I didn’t write down the recipe.” I paled. “What? You didn’t write it down?” “Nope.” “That was the first time you ever made it?” “Yup.” “What if you can’t do it again?” “Honey.” He laughed, shaking his head. “Did you think that our first kiss might be the only good kiss?” Um. Of course. You know lucky break? “Um…” He laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll remember what was in it.” I grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil. “Tell me the recipe. I’ll write it down.” “Nope.” “What were the spices?” Ok. I was worried now. It was by far the best crisp I had ever had. Really. The very best. It wasn’t too sweet. The gluten free crumbs were light, yet browned and they were over and under the fruit so it was like a pie. The pears were soft, but not overdone because he cut them in chunks. The spices. What were they anyway? “What do you think they were?” “Well. I would guess cinnamon, but I didn’t taste any.” “There was just a touch.” “What else?” “I promise. I can make it again. You liked it because there wasn’t any sugar in it.” “No sugar? What…” “Maple. And agave nectar.” “Cool-guy. When will you make it again?” “I don’t know. Maybe Christmas.” “What? Now I’m going to get Pear Crisp as a Christmas gift? No fair. Fine. Then. Maybe Santa will bring you a nice long column as a gift.” He laughed. “No. I’ll make it for our Christmas pudding.” “Christmas? Christmas? No. Sorry. I can’t wait that long.” “Girl. You’re wearing me down. Ok. When do you want me to make it?” “Sweet Cool-guy.” I smiled. “You don’t have to make it.” I picked up the pencil and positioned the piece of paper. “Just give me the recipe.” He pulled the paper and pencil towards him and started writing. I smiled. Hey. That wasn’t so hard, was it? Actually. He was kind of easy to manipulate. Great. This was going to be my big new recipe. I would make it for everything. It really was the best crisp I had ever, ever had. And. It was gluten free. Man. I was going to make some tomorrow. Yum. He handed the paper back. I greedily picked it up and began reading: “If you want a pear crisp recipe, develop your
own. If you want my pear crisp recipe, wish on a star. Maybe your wish
will come true. But. I doubt it, so wish on something bigger and better
like another forty pound, tofu fed, free range turkey like the one that
you loved so much on Thanksgiving. That impossibility is more likely to
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