Luke's, Monday
The first thing Gert heard anyone say aloud this morning was an emphatic announcement by one of the cooks: "Cupcakes are dead. It's time for cup-pies."
What followed was a baking frenzy the likes of which Gert had never seen before. There were apple cup-pies. Cherry cup-pies. Chocolate-strawberry cup-pies. Pizza cup-pies -- actually those were bagel bites, and one of the cooks had gotten hungry. Lime-mango cup-pies. Even piña colada cup-pies.
Eventually it came to Gert to taste-test and judge a favorite, and she wrinkled her nose at the prospect.
"Personally I like normal-sized pies," she admitted. "But you guys have fun."
What's your favorite fruit? We'll put it in a bite-size pie.
It's gonna be delicious.
What followed was a baking frenzy the likes of which Gert had never seen before. There were apple cup-pies. Cherry cup-pies. Chocolate-strawberry cup-pies. Pizza cup-pies -- actually those were bagel bites, and one of the cooks had gotten hungry. Lime-mango cup-pies. Even piña colada cup-pies.
Eventually it came to Gert to taste-test and judge a favorite, and she wrinkled her nose at the prospect.
"Personally I like normal-sized pies," she admitted. "But you guys have fun."
What's your favorite fruit? We'll put it in a bite-size pie.
It's gonna be delicious.