Look, I’m not just cute. I know I’ve got the rosy apples, the stitched-on smirk, the little bonnet – thank you, very original.
But let me tell you something: I ran the entire Wobbly Brook pie contest last spring. I refereed the jam debate of ‘03. I once hosted seven teacups and a rogue spoon – at once.
So yes, I may look like your nana’s apron had a baby with a fruit salad. But in this brook? I’m the glue, sugar, and stitching that keeps the rhythm.