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December 23, 2003
We let our tiny warm plump of a grandmother go on believing the still life pears and apples on the wallpaper were real and ready to eat, and that the twinned cherries on her freshly pressed cotton apron were ripe for the pickin'. We didn't have the heart to tell her they were otherwise, so we had to develop the stomach to devour the pies and cobblers she set before us. We marvelled at how she managed to get the crusts, cardboard cut-outs from store-bought box-fronts, so flaky. And how we managed to get so incredibly fat from these treats.