With the money, he bought sixty cans of fruit and vegetables, giving the canned π es and pears and cherries to his daughter for her pantry and the tomatoes and beans and peas to the food bank at the church in Zigzag.
Warning: do not leave this in a cabin in Zig Zag unattended. It will get eaten by critters.
Who doesnβt like boloney? Strawberry pretzel saladThis is better than the coverTea towels and napkinsThanks for the aprons!14 πreferences in the book. Most about pie.
A rare full attendance!Pizzelle for the one that she passed upSteve making potato pizza in the shape of IdahoβI filled a couple jelly jars with ice cubes and π -ginger tea, my head spinning with next steps.β
π yogurt. βWho the hell eats yogurt? I need coffee.β
βGive me π es and oranges, I can tell the difference.β Old Spice and cigarettes, a particular smell you never forget, lay heavy on his clothes. He gave me an observant eye. βIβd say youβre more like a π.β
Sadly Alexis could not make it with the biscuits and gravyβLike I was a stranger, someone who just happened to stay for coffee and donuts on Sunday, someone you talked to about the π harvest or water shortage.β βThe half pint of π brandy Iβd hidden under the seat went down too fast, half-gone before Iβd even passed the Sunny Acres sign. β βOversized and Spanish in style, its π color and standard terra-cotta rounded tiles on the roof were meant to persuade you it belonged in the neighborhoodββ I had no idea how long we walked. Lorraine, in a predictable π gathered skirtββNow, π es with their round globes hung inside the orchardβs green treesβ βTrunks and boxes and shelves of canned πes and dill pickles, everything old or homemade or hand-me-down.β Julie Becky and Loraine
βAlmond blossoms in February. Every February. You know itβs that time of year when you see them. And π es at roadside stands in July,β I said. βPeaches and the smell of π es. Every July, that smell and that tasteβjuice running down your chin. We donβt get them all year long, so it means something.β