I hate it when she does that, pretends everything’s rosy because she thinks I can’t handle it. You’ll make all kinds of noises you never thought you’d make.” I lock the brakes on my chair and hold out a hand. I can picture it: Grandpa whispering into the yellow phone on the wall about voices and eyes looking in at him from the dark. She had to get the neighbor to break a window.” “Not smart enough to remember to put out a new Hide-a-Key. He’s done it enough times, she reprogrammed the emergency button on the house phone to go to her cell.” “He locked your grandmother out of the house and called 911 to report a burglary.” She’s sitting on the floor with her legs stuck out and the phone in her lap.
When Mom still hasn’t come in by the credits, I push back from the table and roll into the hallway. “Talk to your mother.”ĭepending on how Grandpa’s been doing lately, this could either be a really quick conversation or a really long one. Mom leans back in from the hallway and mouths, “Chew, chew, chew,” like I’m five and still in feeding therapy. Grown-up trumps kid like paper beats rock. But there’s not a single scenario where I don’t get grounded. I saw off another bite of lasagna with my knife and review what I’m going to say if the phone rings again and it’s about what went down at school today. She says “hello” like the conversation has already run an hour long. She’s barely touched it, but she picks up her phone and walks into the hallway. Mom hits pause right as Mary is about to call out the top three English muffins. The only ones I ever made came out so hard, you had to dunk them in milk to take a bite. Mom’s phone rings and now I’m left wishing I had enough sugar to try another batch of scones. Also, would you mind sharing your secret to a good scone? Because down here all we’ve got are buttermilk biscuits. I made it once for my mom, and she said both coffee and cake would never be the same again. I pick at a shriveled string of cheese on my plate and imagine what I’d say if I could send her a note across the ocean.Īs an aspiring baker over here in Tennessee, I’d like to tell you how much I love every single one of your recipes, but especially your Cappuccino Coffee Cake.
Any fool with a Betty Crocker cookbook or Google knows to let it double. If I were on the show, Mary wouldn’t have to tell me how long those muffins need to rise. The bakers are making English muffins, and she’s giving the stink eye to the redheaded guy who didn’t let his dough rise enough.
HO SINGS ROLL WITH IT BABY TV
Our TV is so old and tiny that I have to lean in to see what Mary Berry is pursing her lips about. Really, though, she just doesn’t have the energy to think about fixing anything that doesn’t come with directions on the box. She says she likes to leave the fancy stuff to me. But this is about all the cooking Mom chooses to do.
Especially since it’s been in the freezer awhile-the edges are dry and crusty. It’s kind of hard to watch The Great British Bake Off over plates of Stouffer’s lasagna. Now she just has to convince her mom that this town might just be the best thing that ever happened to them! Excerpt
It all feels like one challenge too many, until Ellie starts to make her first-ever friends. Except she’s not just the new kid-she’s the new kid in the wheelchair who lives in the trailer park on the wrong side of town. If she’s not writing fan letters to her favorite celebrity chefs, she’s practicing recipes on her well-meaning, if overworked, mother.īut when Ellie and her mom move so they can help take care of her ailing grandpa, Ellie has to start all over again in a new town at a new school.
HO SINGS ROLL WITH IT BABY PROFESSIONAL
The thing is, Ellie has big dreams: She might be eating Stouffer’s for dinner, but one day she’s going to be a professional baker. That surprises some people, who see a kid in a wheelchair and think she’s going to be all sunshine and cuddles. In the tradition of Wonder and Out of My Mind, this big-hearted middle grade debut tells the story of an irrepressible girl with cerebral palsy whose life takes an unexpected turn when she moves to a new town.Įllie’s a girl who tells it like it is. “An honest, emotionally rich take on disability, family, and growing up.” - Kirkus Reviews (starred review) “A big-hearted story that’s as sweet as it is awesome.” -R.J.
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