Once a week, on Wednesday morning, I volunteer at a
library in a city about fifteen miles away from where I live. Before going to
work (yes, it is work, even if unpaid), I stop at a restaurant near the library
for coffee and pie (yes, pie).
The fruit pies at this restaurant are yummy. The pies are
made with real fruit, not with the gooey, too-sweet canned pie filling that so
many restaurants seem to use.
While talking to the owner one morning, I mentioned that cranberry-apple
pie is my favorite. She made a note of that and said she would make one the next
Wednesday. And she did. A week later, I had the very first piece of a fresh-baked
cranberry-apple pie at 7:30 a.m.
I’m going to miss that place (and the pies) when I eventually find
a new volunteer gig closer to home.
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