My Apple

Chapter 9

Sunday afternoon was a little busy. We all fixed lunch and ate. On Sunday Grandma does a noon meal and she put it in the oven before we left for church.

After we ate we had quiet time. I asked If I could go to the attic and Mom said she’d really like to spend time with me since she had to go back to work the next day.

She asked me if I wanted to bake some cookies, so we looked for recipes. A lot of Mom’s recipes came from Grandma so we looked through Grandma’s recipe box.

MY favorite cookies are peanut butter, chocolate chip, and snickerdoodles. It had been a while since we made snickerdoodles so we decided that sounded good. We both washed our hands and Mom made the dough while I mixed the cinnamon and sugar we roll them in.

Mom asked me to get the cooking sheets ready and to get a spoon so we could get about the same amount of dough for every cookie.

Mom set the oven and put baking paper on the cookie sheets. We always do that because it makes cleanup easy.

It was my job to scoop out the dough and roll the dough into a ball.

Then Mom rolled the balls in the cinnamon and sugar and put the dough balls on the cookie sheets.

They were all baked in no time. We were excited we would have homemade cookies for lunch this week.

Grandma was in her chair embroidering when we started but by the time the cookies were done Grandma was asleep. Mom whispered and asked me if I’d rather sit on the porch with her or go to my room to read.

I love to read so I went upstairs to read a book of old stories Grandma found in the attic before we came. She said they were Mom’s when she was my age. I decided to read the book about  a hungry caterpillar.

I did think the book was interesting but as I turned the pages I realized I was really more interested in in the illustrations. They were very colorful and simple. I noticed the apple wasn’t just a red apple. It had a lot of other colors on it. All the fruit had multiple colors.

That led me to wonder how to get the colors to look like all the colors in a real apple.

I decided to write to my dad to ask him how to draw and paint an apple that looks real. Even though he doesn’t work as an artist, he still paints when he gets a chance.

When my letter to my dad was finished I folded it, put it in an envelope my Mom gave me and put a stamp on it.

I asked my Mom how we mail letters and she took me to Grandma’s mail slot where we get the mail and where we put a letter to be picked up.

Mom had written dad a letter, too. She said he will be excited to get two letters! I need to remember to write to my dad at least once a week.