Look Out, Lancaster County by Wanda E. Brunstetter

Author:Wanda E. Brunstetter [Brunstetter, Wanda E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-60742-437-6
Publisher: Barbour Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2008-09-08T04:00:00+00:00

After supper that evening, Mom announced that she and Rachel had made shoofly pie for dessert.

“Yum.” Jacob smacked his lips. “Is there any whipping cream to go with it?”

“Jah, there is,” Mom said as she set one of the pies on the table. She smiled at Rachel. “I put the second pie shell in an aluminum pan, so this I know is the one you baked yourself. Would you like to cut and serve it for us?”

Rachel nodded, feeling pleased with herself. The pie she had baked looked as good as the one in the glass pan that she’d helped Mom make. She was sure her pie would taste delicious.

Rachel hurried across the room, took out six plates, and placed them on the table—one each for Grandpa Schrock, Pap, Henry, Jacob, Mom, and one for herself. Next, she got out a knife and cut the pie into six hefty pieces. She lifted out the first one and placed it on Grandpa’s plate. Since he was the oldest member of their family, she thought he should be the first to taste her delicious pie.

While Rachel was serving the others, Grandpa dipped a spoon into the bowl of whipping cream Mom had set on the table. He winked at Rachel and forked a piece of pie into his mouth. As he began to chew, a strange look came over his face. His bushy gray eyebrows pulled together. His nose twitched. His lips curled up at the corners.

Rachel figured Mom probably hadn’t put enough sugar in the whipping cream.

Pap took a bite of his pie and quickly reached for his glass of water.

“This pie sure looks good,” Henry said. He took a bite, dashed across the room, and spit the pie into the sink. “Ugh! That tastes baremlich [terrible]! What did you do to this pie, Rachel?”

“I—I don’t know. I thought I did everything Mom told me to do with the first pie.” Rachel’s throat felt clogged and tears sprang to her eyes. First the mishap with her sled at school and now a ruined pie! Couldn’t she do anything right? This had sure been a troublesome day!

Jacob tasted his pie then, and quickly dumped it in the garbage can. “This is the worst shoofly pie I’ve ever tasted! It’s not even fit for a fly.” He squinted at Rachel. “We’ll probably all get the fly flu after eating this, and then our faces will turn blue.”

“Jacob Yoder, that’s a terrible thing to say,” Mom said, shaking her head. “I’m sure Rachel didn’t ruin the pie.” She poked her fork into her piece and took a bite. Her lips curled, the way Grandpa’s had, and she reached for her glass of water. “Ach, Rachel, the pie’s not sweet enough, and it tastes salty.”

Jacob placed his plate in the sink next to Henry’s. “Maybe Rachel ruined the pie on purpose so we’d all get the fly flu and our faces would turn blue.”

Rachel’s chin quivered. I won’t cry in front of Jacob. I won’t give him the satisfaction.

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