Kelsey McConnell
And then, like a worm in an apple core, another idea wriggled through my brain... apple butter. Apple butter? Apple butter! APPLE BUTTER
Camp Fire Girls sold corn on the cob; the Elks Lodge had tri tip dinners (Santa Maria style, of course, and deserving of its own blog entry); the Mormons has strawberry pie; the Foursquares had jambalaya. The Mexican Social Organization sold quesadill...
No "decorated houses" allowed in "Sugar Art" and all cakes must be real, except anniversary cakes which can be Styrofoam, but frosting must be fresh.
But, he said, it's kind of a beautiful thing that we shared something we think is important.
Eventually, I got curious enough to try a bite. And it was delicious! Egg salad was not the stinky slime ball I assumed it was and it didn't slither across my tongue like a soggy caterpillar.
Summer in this city, nestling into the Hollywood Bowl with a mouthful of fresh mozzarella and whole basil leaves... well, things could be much worse.
Necessity may be the mother of invention, but laziness and impatience are not without their merits. How both saved a flat of plums and pluots.
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