Who: Lennon, Pam, Madison and OPEN Where: the kitchen When: early afternoon
Lennon had decided to make more chocolate pie. Partially because he was restless and didn't have anything else to do, partially because he was hungry and was also trying to resist the temptation to wander over to the billiards room for a beer or some bourbon. He'd gone twelve days without drinking and it hadn't been that difficult at first, but now he was fighting off cravings. He wasn't sure if he could just drink a little, even though he was in a decent mood, and he didn't think he was ready to give that a try. So, pie it was.
This time he'd pulled two deep-dish pie shells from the freezer so there'd be more to share, and he had them placed on the counter while he preheated the oven and assembled the other ingredients. Math was fun, or maybe it wasn't, but he managed to figure out how to double the recipe he'd used. The hard part was going to be not eating the warm, gooey chocolate mixture instead of filling the pie shells. He'd barely started and he already knew this. He was mixing by hand in a large metal bowl, trying to decide if he should pull out the mixer or not. The drawback to using it was that he'd have to clean it after, and a big spoon was easier in that respect.
"Jeez," he sighed, stopping to flex his hand and arm. This was work. But... pie.