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    “It’s strange. We’re supposed to ‘cut’ the butter into the flour.”
    “Cut?” Lisa asked dubiously.
    “Cut,” Stevie affirmed.
    The two girls looked at one another. They had the tiniest inkling that they were about to get more than they had bargained for. But this was no time for thinking negatively.
    “It probably just means mash them together,” Lisa guessed.
    Stevie frowned. “All right. That’s easy enough.”
    Stevie got two big steak knives out of a drawer and proceeded to chop the stick of butter into tiny pieces, humming as she worked. Then she poured the flour Lisa had measured over the butter. She mashed the mixture with a fork. “The most important thing about cooking is that you’ve really got to get into it,” she announced. “No holding back.” She laid the fork down and started using her hands.
    Lisa watched her skeptically. “Isn’t that kind of … germy?” she asked.
    “Germy, schmermy!” Stevie replied, scraping dough from her wrists. “All right, we’re ready for the water.”
    Lisa consulted the recipe. “Okay. Three tablespoons of ice water, coming right up.”
    “Three tablespoons? That’s it? That must be a mistake. Who ever heard of a recipe calling for
spoons
of water? I’ll bet they mean cups,” Stevie said confidently. “Pour it in whenever you’re ready.”
    Lisa poured about a cup of water into the flour-buttermixture. Then she stopped. Why was she trusting Stevie’s advice on the amounts? “That’s all I’m adding,” she announced. “It looks like too much already.”
    “Too much? What do you mean?” Stevie said indignantly.
    Lisa pointed. “Look. The dough is all wet and … pasty,” she said.
    Stevie laughed dismissively. “That’s because we haven’t chilled it yet. Come on, into the fridge with you,” she said, trying to gather the wet dough into a ball. “Aaah! It’s alive!”
    Lisa turned to see Stevie attempting to stop the dough from slipping through her fingers. With loud plops, two blobs of it landed on the floor.
    “Gross!” Lisa screamed. A piece of it had jumped up and hit her cheek.
    Ignoring her, Stevie shoved the rest of the dough onto a piece of waxed paper, the waxed paper onto a cookie sheet, and the cookie sheet into the fridge. “All right, now we wait an hour while—” Stevie’s foot hit the spilled dough and slid forward a yard.
    “Gee, I didn’t know you could do a split!” Lisa joked.
    Stevie glowered. She pushed herself back up. “As I was saying, we wait an hour—”
    “Say, couldn’t we move the dough to the freezer and then wait just a half hour?” Lisa suggested. Her practical mind was always trying to think of shortcuts.
    Stevie thought. “Why not?” She took the ball of doughfrom the refrigerator and opened the freezer door above. A large frozen steak came shooting out and hit the floor. Lisa grinned. Stevie glared. Lisa picked up the steak and handed it solemnly to Stevie. Stevie tried to put it back into the freezer, but another steak slid out. “Here, you pick up—”
    The cookie sheet of dough slid out, sloshing water. “Aaarrgh!” Stevie yelled, stamping her foot. It took the two of them about ten minutes to rearrange everything so that the freezer door would shut.
    “Let’s play Go Fish while we wait for the dough to chill,” Lisa suggested.
    “Great idea.”
    A half hour later, the girls ran to the kitchen, playing cards in hand. “It looks like a frozen potato stuck in an ice chip,” Lisa wailed when she saw the results. “How are we ever going to roll it out?”
    “Don’t worry,” Stevie reassured her. “We’ll chop it down to size.” She grabbed a knife and began hacking at the frozen crust. “Take that, you stupid crust!”
    Lisa chuckled. Bits of ice flew through the air. One hit Lisa on the shoulder. Stevie laughed. “Watch out for flying frozen pie crust,” she murmured.
    “Ha-ha,” said Lisa sarcastically. On an impulse she picked up a handful of