It was time for dessert, as made by the eldest daughter.
Everyone dug in, and murmurs of approval quickly followed.
Grandma, on the other hand, ate slowly and carefully, then once she was done,
turned to look to her granddaughter.
“Very good my dear, you must tell me, such unique flavors in
the crust, which seasonings did you use?”
“Now Grandma, you’ve never told anyone your cooking secrets,
why should I?”
Grandma glanced at the spice rack, and saw the three jars
that had been moved then smiled.
Daughter smiled back, since her jars of spice were in her
purse.
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