Friday, November 27, 2009
The crème brûlée pumpkin pie sat just right in Rattus's stomach. The Dutchess's grootmoeder had made a spread of all sorts of pastries; she had studied under Escoffier in Paris and passed on her skills to her beloved Dutchess.
After a pleasant conversation, Rattus nodded off while the others chattered away in the kitchen, washing dishes and reminiscing about the Thanksgiving feast. Grootmoeder lulled Rattus to sleep as she told the story about the cabinet that her husband had built and the magical alphabet.....