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“So is this the Grandma's Special?" The grin that bursts on my face almost cracks from the cold air. "Wow. My mom really does like you." Pepper is poised with it in front of her mouth and raises an eyebrow at me. "Do you trust me?" "Not a bit. Take a bite." She does, and I prop my head on my palm and lean in close enough she has to muffle a laugh as she chews. "Well?" I demand. "Finally willing to concede that our grilled cheese is vastly superior?" She looks like she's about to give a begrudging nod, but then her eyes go wide. "The secret ingredient." She peels apart the grilled cheese, staring at it and then up at me, her face so incredulous. "It's sweet bell peppers?” — Emma Lord
So is this the Grandma's Special?"
The grin that bursts on my face almost cracks from the cold air. "Wow. My mom really does like you."
Pepper is poised with it in front of her mouth and raises an eyebrow at me. "Do you trust me?"
"Not a bit. Take a bite."
She does, and I prop my head on my palm and lean in close enough she has to muffle a laugh as she chews.
"Well?" I demand. "Finally willing to concede that our grilled cheese is vastly superior?"
She looks like she's about to give a begrudging nod, but then her eyes go wide. "The secret ingredient." She peels apart the grilled cheese, staring at it and then up at me, her face so incredulous. "It's sweet bell peppers?