Let's take a break and, for a moment, get off the tack of Peter's courting of Jennie. Or perhaps provide an insight into Peter's courting of Jennie.
Jennie was cinnamon and sugar. Yes, she was. And reading today's entry at http://themomchef.blogspot.com reminded me of the cinnamon and sugar that my mom introduced into my life. Mummy used to love to tell me this story, laughing and crying a bit as she told it. She had made apple pie for company (cinnamony and sugary) and placed it in the dining room on the window sill which overlooked the white birches to the left of our house at 476 Lowell Avenue in Newtonville. Even as a one year old, I loved looking out of that window. I had just learned to walk so that I could toddle over, and on my tiptoes, look out, but there was the pie and whoops . . . there it went crust first onto the floor. My mom, laughing and crying, cleaned up the mess as I looked on, nonplussed. Guests were about to arrive, the aroma of cinnamon and sugar filled the air, but there would be no freshly baked apple pie (my mom's signature piece) to serve the company.
Way before I appreciated my mom's apple pies, I loved the cookies she would make after the pies were complete. Simple cookies; simple, that is, if you could make as wonderful a crust as she! Now I am two years old, watching my mom roll out her homemade dough for apple pie. She places the dough over the fluted edged clear glass Pyrex pie plate, gently presses down the dough, then fills the plate with freshly peeled and sliced apples from our apple tree in the back yard. She sprinkles the apples profusely with white sugar and cinnamon, and then, after rolling out another circle, covers the apples in the pie plate and . . . here comes the best part for me . . . trims the raggedy edges of the dough around the outside of the pie plate, leaving a mound of dough trimmings to make . . . yay! cinnamon and sugar cookies, Mummy style! She gathers the renegade pieces of pie dough into a ball, and rolls out the dough again. She sprinkles this with cinnamon and sugar, and dots the dough with tiny pieces of butter. She cuts the soon to be cookies into randomly diamond shapes, places the cinnamoned and sugared pieces onto a cookie tray (which we used to call a tepsi), and places the tepsi in the oven of her Westinghouse Electric stove. 5 minutes later, yum -- treats better than apple pie! And that was my mother. . . cinnamon and sugar . . . a treat better than apple pie.