I have an awful secret. Would you like me to tell you? *sigh* Alright. I can see that I must. But you, distant, possibly nonexistant but nevertheless dear reader, must do something in return: You must never tell. You must carry it to your distant grave.
How about now??
Okay. Here goes: I am a re-reader. I do this all the time. Today, did I turn to any one of the books on my reading list? Did I go to the library and pick up those volumes I decided I wanted yesterday? No.
Instead, I got sidetracked during what was a somewhat productive writing section, seduced into the wacky and wonderous world of Anne of Green Gables. *sheepish face* There. I admit it.
Anyway, today's teaser is from a discussion between an exasperated Marilla and distraught Anne, because, well, the cake Anne baked for the new minister and his lovely wife is... a bit surprising. Much better, I suppose, than the plum-pudding-with-the-dead-mouse incident. If you haven't read the Anne stories, I highly recommend them. *laugh*
""Mercy on us, Anne, you've flavored that cake with anodyne liniment!" (Marilla)
"Oh, Marilla, if you have a spark of Christian pity don't tell me that I must go down and wash the dishes after this." (Anne)