On the eve of Christmas, the children set out to make a pie for the family – not the typical mixture of cheese, cherry and mustard crushed in marshmallow-flavoured ice cream, but the hybrid of tomatoes, ham and honey mustard stirred in gooey hot applesauce. The unique hybrid. With a generous portion of strawberry jam, and a measly scoop of beans. (No matter how much the children dislike beans and everything that comes with it, they have to admit that the beans added flavour to the pie – a spicy, tangy aftertaste that leaves you craving for more.)
So when Anna, with her finger dipped in applesauce, suggested that they scraped the idea of the pie altogether, the children were outraged.
“But why?” Little Tim was upset and looked ready to cry.
“Because,” Anna rolled her eyes, as if to say the answer was obvious. “The Big Book of Everything states that an excess of honey mustard and applesauce gives you diabetes.”
“What are die-bee-tees? ” Lily was confused. And as Anna stooped down to explain to her that no, diabetes was not a T-shirt brand of dying bees, James folded his arms.
“You’re such a nerd, Anna,” His anger was more inward, but he could not resist the spite.
There was a moment of silence. Everyone stood mutely, with eyes as wide as saucers and hands unanimously covering their mouths, staring at the exchange that was about to unfold before their eyes.
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Author's Note: Sometimes politics, feminism and logic ruins things. Sometimes you just got to embrace the randomness. :) Oh and don't ask me what pie I'm talking about. I don't know.
PS: Christmas is my favourite holiday!
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