Chapter 29

Bridget and I started macerating our berries, then I asked, “How are you with peeling onions?” She responded with a raised eyebrow, “I burn frozen pizza.” That made me laugh out loud and mom asked, “What’s so funny?” I laughed, “I’m trying to teach Bridget how to cook. When I asked her how she is with peeling onions, she told me she burns frozen pizza.” Mom laughed as she put a comforting hand on Bridget’s shoulder, “It’s okay, sweetie. We all have to start somewhere. She’s been cooking since she was tall enough to stand on a stool to see what is in a pot. She’s been baking even longer.” I smiled, “We are making a beef roast for supper tonight.” Mom smiled, “Sounds amazing.” Then she looked into the bowls with the macerating fruit, “Let me guess… Blackberry muffins and blueberry cobbler.” I nodded and laughed while mom explained, “She hates blueberries, so she puts them in things she won’t want to eat.” Bridget laughed as mom walked away. I took a knife and an onion and got Bridget’s a