The Blue Door by Christa J. Kinde

Author:Christa J. Kinde [Kinde, Christa J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Retail, Ages 11 & Up, C429, Kat, Extratorrents
ISBN: 9780310724889
Publisher: Zondervan
Published: 2012-01-20T08:00:00+00:00

Koji watched Prissie’s progress with frank curiosity. He was in full Observer mode, and having his intent gaze fixed on her every movement wasn’t doing her temper any favors. Botching a pie was bad enough; doing it in front of a witness made her cranky.

“Can I help?” he offered … for the third time.

“I’ll do it myself,” she grouched, pushing a stray tendril of hair out of her face with the back of a floury hand. Grandma had ceded control of her kitchen to them, so Prissie was officially in charge. Koji’s role was somewhere between “moral support” and “guinea pig.” She carefully sliced a sliver out of one of the apples they’d picked earlier and extended it to the angel. “Do you think it’s too tart?”

Koji inspected the wedge, which had pearly white flesh that blushed to a beautiful shade of rose at its center. He crunched into it and puckered, exclaiming, “Sour!”

Prissie’s lips formed a grim line as she moved onto the next apple and cut another sample. “If they’re still green, I guess I can try adding more sugar,” she mused aloud.

“These apples are the secret to your recipe?” Koji asked.

“Well, they’re the secret to pink applesauce,” Prissie corrected. “Grandma Nell hasn’t made it in a while, but it’s a Pomeroy tradition that goes back to Great-grandma Mae. The story is that pink was her favorite color, and so her husband ordered those trees especially for her. Grandpa Pete remembers when they were planted.”

Koji listened patiently, biting his lip as if trying to contain some comment, but when she paused for breath, he blurted, “Is the oven supposed to do that?”

Prissie glanced away from the cutting board and gasped. Smoke was trickling out from around the oven door and drifting toward the ceiling. “Oh, no! My pie crust cookies!” she wailed.

Grabbing the oven mitts, she yanked the oven open, releasing a cloud of acrid smoke into the room. Neat rows of pastry strips that had been sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar were charred beyond recognition, and once she noticed that some of them were actually smoldering, she hurried the baking sheet to the kitchen sink and dumped the whole lot in. When she flipped on the water, it hissed against the hot pan, sending up a billow of steam.

“No,” she muttered grumpily. “That isn’t supposed to happen. Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

Koji blinked. “You did not want my help.”

Prissie threw down her oven mitts onto the counter and slapped off the faucet, then stomped to the kitchen table and sat, blinking back angry tears. “This isn’t fair!” she seethed. “Everyone else can do this!” Well, maybe not everyone, but that’s the way it felt. Grandma Nell’s fabulous pies consistently won ribbons, Auntie Lou’s entry was sure to impress the judges, and even her father could probably knock their socks off if he wanted to. Prissie wanted to show everyone that she could do just as well!

“I can see that you wish to do your best,” Koji cautiously offered.

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