Amelia and Patricia Johns had been talking about trying some Amish baking for a long time, but they had never actually gotten around to doing it. So one morning, they got together and tried their hands at Amish Snitz Pie. Patricia made two big pies for her family, and Amelia made one small pie for her and George to share.
“This is very good, Amelia,” George said, past a big bite of Snitz pie.
“Danke, George,” Amelia said. “That’s how they say thank you in Pennsylvania Dutch.”
George shot her a grin. “If I were an Amish husband, would you bake like this for me every day?”
“I probably would,” she said thoughtfully. “But if you were an Amish husband, I wouldn’t be a book editor, and we wouldn’t have electricity, either.”
“I like candle light,” George said with a wink.
“Silly, George!” she said. “You also like Netflix!”
George shrugged. “True. I do. Just so long as you make this pie again. This Amish Snitz pie is delicious.”
George thoroughly enjoyed the Amish Snitz pie that Amelia made with Patricia Johns, and Amelia was glad to see him gobble up a second piece of pie.
“Do you think we could hack it, Amelia?” he asked. “If we became Amish, do you think we could hold down a home and live the way they do?”
“Well…” Amelia was thoughtful. “You work in finance, and I’m a book editor. I’m not sure we have the skillset.”
“I could chop wood!” George said. “I had a cousin who had a horse, and I stayed with him one summer when I was a young frog. I could probably care for a horse, too.”
“I don’t know how to can food, or make a quilt,” Amelia said, “or even build up a fire! I’d have to sew our clothes by hand… George, you might starve to death and end up wearing rags if you have to rely on me!”
“You can knit,” he said helpfully. “We’d always have socks.”
And that made Amelia feel better. Yes, she could knit. And thankfully, they wouldn’t have to live like the Amish, because while she admired the people a great deal, she was pretty confident that they’d starve within the first year wearing first-rate, hand-knitted socks.
Amelia sat with her laptop computer, editing a Patricia Johns novel. This was a good one, and like always, Amelia was inspired to bake when she worked on those Amish stories.
“Amelia!” George called from the bedroom where he was changing after work. “My clothes are all getting tight!”
“I don’t think so,” Amelia called back.
“I know so!” he retorted. “I can’t outgrow my favorite clothes. I’m going on a diet!”
Amelia sighed. “I wish you wouldn’t. I just made cinnamon buns.”
“You did?” George poked his head into the room.
“With cream cheese icing,” she said.
“Blast!” George muttered. “I’ll start my diet tomorrow. But starting tomorrow, it’s bran muffins and kale smoothies.”
George disappeared again and his footsteps headed toward the kitchen. Amelia made a face. Here was hoping that tomorrow he forgot about his diet. It sounded miserable!
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