Giorgio stewmari

When I paid my rent last week, I brought the check to my landlord with a plate of cookies.  The rent due and it being the end of the month, we were a little thin on ingredients.  But my roommate had gone apple-picking, so to replace the egg I whipped up some applesauce (3 apples and one overripe peach).  We didn’t have any butter so I used canola oil (1/3 cup as per PPK recommendation for 1/2 cup butter) and we were low on all-purpose flour so I rounded up with about 3/4 cup hi-gluten flour.  A mouse (read my roommate) had gotten into my chocolate supply but luckily there was enough for a half batch and plenty of walnuts.  The combination of oil, fruit and weird flour gave the cookies a zucchini bread-like consistency, spongy, sticky, gluey.  And delicious, no one complained, they were eaten right up by my landlord, roommates and one or two by my mom at the movies.  We went to Brightstar together and I brought half of the cookies with me in a yogurt container; traveling while still warm didn’t help the consistency and my mom complained that I needed a better transportation method.  I imagine I will deliver cookies in pastry boxes.  The cookie business idea is both closer and farther away from me at the moment.  I’m applying for day jobs but also David said he might come back to town and if so would like to be my business partner: he’ll help me sell cookies, if I help him make compost. Compost Cookies sounds good but doesn’t create quite the right impression on the mind’s palate.  He is in Maine until the end of the month and wanted me to start making calls around Boston to find manure, we compromised, agreeing to write and exchange business plans.  I haven’t written mine and I am still waiting for his.  Stewart was invited to participate in the cookie business as well — which will be called Giorgio stewmari even if his contribution is only spiritual — but his current whereabouts are unknown and his intentions even more mysterious.