Blair Waldorf Must Pie 소설 & 이야기

Zara says. “Says who?” I frown. “Says all of us—wait, does that mean you left the test and the results in the bathroom?” Brin asks. I nod. She drops the pie in my lap, leaps to her feet, and dashes off, the others following. They wrestle each other to get to the bathroom as I grab the pie, stand, and head to the kitchen. I scoop a piece into my mouth as I return to the living room. Mom makes the best pie.

With a crust of finely ground ginger cookie crumbs to add a delicious crunch, the caramel drizzled, maple apple cream pie was a hot favourite and regardless of the weather, it inevitably disappeared from the table within seconds. Proserpina made it a point to see that her staff also got to have a large helping of every dish that was carried out to the main dining hall. With the Nord family over, it was tricky since the children and Maja were healthy eaters, thought Proserpina, dimpling. But nothing, as Beatrice declared, waving her ancient wooden spatula like a soldier brandishing a weapon, Nothing was Impossible for Proserpina Delano the old woman was fond of saying proudly.

But secretly, he will also be grouping everyone by three’s to four’s according to their skills. He gives an hour and a half to the students in creating their pastry dishes. As the timer starts, every student started creating their pastry dish. Conrad decided to make his grandfather’s lemon meringue pie and modify it a bit, while Alfred will make a Filipino delicacy. Olivia kept hers a secret because she wanted to surprise everyone.

Annabel begged, clasping her hands dramatically, her big eyes pleading like a pro negotiator. Gloria shook her head with unwavering resolve, her dark hair swaying gently. "Absolutely not. That pie is a sugar bomb cream, bananas, crust, all loaded with the good stuff. Pair it with milk or juice, and you're overloading your systems. Water balances it out, keeps you hydrated, and prevents that post-pie crash. Trust me, I've got your best interests at heart."

the girl said and walked beside Jin. Jin smiled. “Okay!” he said without any thought. The two kids arrived where Amelia and Damian were, along with Arthur, Zelena, and their 12-year-old daughter, Rea. “Your pie remains the best, Mrs. Castillo” Rea commented as she took a bite of the blueberry pie that Amelia baked herself. “Thank you,” Amelia said with a bright smile. “What about my pie?” Zelena said while pretending to be hurt. “Mother, your pie may not be the best but your cheesecakes will forever be my favorite!” Rea said and hugged her beloved mother.

Morning came and my worries were still there. I came downstairs and Mom was making our family signature blueberry pie. The smell nearly lifted me off the floorboard. With a brush of my hand I wiped off the drool gathering in the corner of my mouth. In the blink of an eye I was next to my mom, she smiled tenderly at me for a second and her smile snapped like it's wig in the next moments. “Not today,” she said poised and ready to slap my hand away from the pie. “I made this for Lena and Varian,”

“I think my best chance is in wood crafts. I've been whittling a barn owl. His wings are outstretched and talons ready to snatch an unsuspecting field mouse.” “I can’t wait to see it!” “I definitely want to enter the pie eating contest. I’m sure I won’t win but losing never tasted so good!” He patted his belly in a fit of giggles. “I heard this year the pies will be made of carrots!” I said solemnly as I poked the carrot I was peeling in his direction. “Ha. Ha. You’re joking. That’s not true!” “Oh, but it is!” I counter dramatically. “The crust of the pie will be beets and cauliflower. I just got the request from the Harvest Fair Committee to bake all the pies.” I stay serious in expression

The day had been long and exhausting, but there was a quiet sense of accomplishment in her chest. She decided to do something normal to calm her nerves before bed. The kitchen was quiet, so she quickly gathered ingredients and made a simple herb pie a recipe Malinda had shown her. The scent of fresh vegetables, mint, and the subtle sweetness of the silver-leaf herb filled the kitchen as she worked. Nibbles was practically bouncing in her mind. “Pie! Finally! Can we eat the whole thing?” the wolf begged excitedly. Elara smiled softly. “Maybe half. The rest can be for tomorrow.”

I stood off to the side and continued to watch the chaos ensue. Each of them got a cake and rushed off with their prize like a couple of children. I stood there trying not to laugh as I shook my head. Briar walked up to me with his cake and took a bite. His eyes closed and he hummed at what he was eating. I could see the happiness written all over his face because of what he was tasting. “So what is that?” I asked. “A huckleberry swirl. It's a potato flapjack with huckleberry cream frosting. It’s amazing. Do you want a bite?” Briar offered me a taste.

Clarke walks to the other side of the car and opens the door for El who was holding a lovely pink cake box filled with her delicious, creamy, not too sweet, and buttery apple pie. She has made it with extra care and definitely with extra love with all the ingredients being extra expensive. Talk about saving money for next month. Yikes. All because she didn’t want to offend the Walton by making the pie with mediocre ingredients which she was very sure they could detect easily. Nevertheless, the pie smells amazing and she even has to stop Clarke from tasting it since she was forced to make two batches when the first one dropped on the floor when Clarke tried to take a piece. “Are you freakin k