Chapter Eight
There was nothing like the smell of fruit on fire. Or the sight of golden brown crust. Or the heat from opening an oven door and getting a facial.
“What have you got there, Jan?”
Jan rose from the oven with her latest creation. The pie looked like a sand castle. The top crust spiked up like turrets. The pastry dough covering the sweet and savory filling was a golden brown, much like an undisturbed beach just waiting for its first footprint. Around the center of the pie, sugar crystals sparkled as though diamonds were buried in the sand of the dough.
“It’s a chicken pot pie, but with rabbit meat instead of chicken. And I also used quince, which is like a pear but more acidic. There are chanterelle mushrooms, butternut squash, and purple carrots.”
Jan beamed as she held th
