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Monday, April 2, 2068, 4:30 p.m., Tracy Island

Gordon sauntered up to the kitchen, hoping to snag a cold beer from the fridge. He entered the room and stopped in his tracks. The normally neat, clean, and empty kitchen was full of activity, and frankly, looked like a tornado had hit it.

Grandma was supervising (or trying to supervise) three determined young people, all covered with flour and grease splatters from the wide variety of foods that they had been trying to prepare.

"Gordon!" Cherie rushed towards her brother and practically manhandled him out of the kitchen. "Go away! We are working on surprise. It's a secret."

Gordon looked surprised. "Gee, Cherie, I only wanted a beer."

"Well, you'll just have to wait a little longer. Maybe Brandon or somebody could offer you one." And with that she firmly shut the kitchen door.

"Come back here and roll out this pie dough," Grandma called. "We've got a lot of pies to make to feed all the crew."

"Grandma, can't I roll out the dough?" Tyler asked plaintively. "I'm tired of peeling apples."

"You're not quite heavy enough, Tyler love," Emily said as she watched her youngest grandson push another Rome Beauty onto the prongs of the mechanical peeler. He sighed, and began to crank the old fashioned machine, watching as the blade scraped along the twirling apple, neatly removing the skin. When the apple was peeled, he handed it to Alex, who was busy trying to slice the apples up to a bakeable thickness.

"Try not to get those slices of apple too big," Grandma said. "And be careful with that knife!"

"Aw, Grandma, it's so hard to get thin slices," Alex groaned.

"Alex, Tyler, please try. We don't have much time to make this meal." Cherie called from where she was busy rolling out the dough. She had flour on her nose, and in her hair where she had unconsciously touched it. Emily went over to the cupboards and began to bring out several pie dishes, of all sizes.

"Do we have to fill all those?" Tyler looked amazed.

"Of course we have to," Cherie replied. "We are a much bigger family now."

"At least we've shucked all the corn," Alex said. He shook his head. "I never thought we'd finish that job!"

"The potatoes are all ready for baking, too. They'll go in after the pies, right, Grandma?" Cherie asked.

"Right, Cherry dear," Emily replied as she put a layer of pie crust in the first of the plates. Using a large spoon, she scooped seasoned and sugared apple slices from a big bowl into the lower crust, then added some dots of butter and fitted the upper crust to the fruit, molding the edges to seal in the apples. "How is the chicken gumbo coming along, Kyrano?" she asked.

Kyrano turned from what he was doing. "I have just diced the vegetables, including the okra, and am about to dice the chicken. Tyler, could you pass me the tomato puree, the garlic, and the chopped tomatoes?" Tyler did as he was bidden, and watched as Kyrano added these ingredients to the pot. "I will add the chicken stock and begin to simmer it. It should be ready about the same time. It needs to be simmered very gently for a long time."

Cherie looked at her Grandma. "Are we going to grill the steak?"

"Yes." Grandma hesitated. "But I really think that one of your older brothers or Dad should cook that."

"But Grandma." Tyler looked across from where he was trying to clear up. "We want to do everything ourselves."

Emily looked at the three young children. "Well, maybe Tyler can supervise the adults cooking the steak."

"Man," Alex complained. "I never thought it would take so long to cook this meal! This is worse than one of Uncle Brains' experiments!"

Emily smiled. "Why, Alex! Didn't you know that cooking is a science? It's all about chemical reactions."

Kyrano turned with a smile. "Mrs. Tracy, I am of the opinion that cooking is an art."

"Science or art, it sure takes a lot of effort!" Cherie complained. "I don't know that I want to do this again anytime soon!"

"Cherry, you know we will," Alex said with a sigh.

"When?" Tyler wanted to know.

"Mom's birthday."


Post by Tawnyangel22 and Tikatu on 30/01/2005


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