As it turns out, “one day” just might be closer than she thinks. Propelled by the help and encouragement of her best friends, Lindsay and Nora, Cricket starts making plans to set up shop. Which is easier said than done what with the internal squabbling, the sky-high costs, her parents forecasting failure and her increasingly complicated love life. Despite all these hurdles, will Cricket be able to make her sweet dreams come true?
an excerpt:
The fact is I was feeling a bit sorry
for myself tonight when I left work, so I decided to stop by Whole Foods. Why
not treat myself to some nutritious comfort food? After filling up a take-out
box with chicken casserole and steamed vegetables from the hot buffet bar, I
wandered back toward the front of the store into the produce department. See if
anything appealed. Oh, and something did.
I headed straight for the berry
section and eyed the jewel-toned fruits spread out before me. It was a
beautiful display, but sadly, the plump strawberries, bursting blueberries and
beautiful blackberries brought Oscar to mind. He’s allergic to all types of
berries. He’s allergic to loads of things, as a matter of fact—fruits, nuts,
soy products, honey. The list goes on and on. I’d incurred his wrath once when
I’d brought in a canister filled with cookies left over from a party. Oscar
took one (after first verifying there was no ginger in them) but he’d only
taken a couple of bites before his eyes widened.
“There are nuts in this?” He sputtered,
while simultaneously spitting chewed up bits of cookie out in a paper towel.
“It’s made with almond paste,” I said
in a small voice, not knowing if he was just being a drama queen or if it was
something more serious.
“Almond paste! Are you trying to kill
me?”
And that’s when I first learned about
Oscar’s many allergies.
Back in Whole Foods, I got a devious
little thrill when I reached for a container of strawberries and one of
huckleberries too. As if guided by some invisible force, I headed for the aisle
where you can fill up your own bags of grains, nuts and legumes, and relieved
the store of about one cup of pecans. Pursing my lips, I searched my memory for
other things Oscar was allergic to. Ginger, of course! I headed back to the
produce department and tossed a ginger root into my basket. And then I made a
quick detour to the dairy aisle to grab a bottle of soymilk creamer as well as
a plain soy yogurt (just in case) before making my way towards the register.
I should probably point out that it
never once crossed my mind to actually kill Oscar or to harm him in any way.
Well… all right. It crossed my mind but not in any serious kind of way. I’m not
a total psychopath, I promise.
A couple of years ago when I moved
into my cottage in Lower Pacific Heights, my brother got me an ice cream maker
as a housewarming gift. It was a few months before I tried it out, but when I
did, I was thrilled to find that making these sugary treats has a wonderfully
relaxing and almost therapeutic effect on me. Since then, I’ve used it loads of
times, experimenting with different ingredients to come up with my own unique
recipes. And for whatever reason, tonight at Whole Foods, I decided to come up
with a recipe based on some of the things my boss was allergic to. What can you
do?
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