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Show -81- Peppermint Monda; I wasn't giving up that easy though. Grandma Ruby had started me thinking about dandelion jam, and I was serious about it. Normally I might have just laughed along with her, but I'd been thinking for over a week now about the science fair and this was the first promising idea I'd had. I would make some dandelion jam for the school's science fair, and Grandma Ruby would help me. "You could add twice the sugar and make it sweet. It would work that way." "I doubt it, Carly. It would just taste like funny sugar. You need fruit for sweetness." She wasn't laughing anymore. I guess she'd finally realized I was serious. "We could think of something. We could make it work." "But why would you want to try? We could make some apple-rhubarb instead. You like that. Your efforts wouldn't be wasted." Andrea wasn't joining in on the debate anymore. She was slicing another slice of bread, thicker than her first one. She didn't have to worry about the science fair. The middle school didn't have one. She should have been worrying about her diet more though. Maybe dandelion jam would have less calories. "Because it sounds like more fun than pinning butterflies to a cork board. That's what most kids do for the science fair. I wanted to be different. I wanted to make some dandelion jam." I stuck out my chin just to show Grandma I wasn't giving up. She'd end up helping me even if she was against it at first. She always did. "You sure wouldn't win a prize. Butterflies are more showy." Grandma shook her head in refusal but I saw the spark of excitement in her dark eyes. |