Miss Julie’s eighth grade home economics class was excited for the day’s activities. All month long, Miss Julie planned spooky dishes for her class to learn how to make. Yesterday, the class made zombie brain baked Alaska and the day before that they made saucy guts and meatballs.
As the students arrived for the class, each group set their assigned ingredients on the central table. Today’s selection included pumpkin, chocolate chips, chocolate syrup, and grapes.
“Settle down class,” Miss Julie said, emerging from the class pantry with an armful of additional ingredients.
Everyone hurried to their seats in their individual kitchens and grinned.
“Today,” Miss Julie began, “we will be making Frankenpie.”
The students looked at each other in confusion. Whispered voices asking others what Frankenpie was filled the air. Shrugging shoulders and even more confused looks turned to contorted noses and faces as Miss Julie placed very weird looking food items on the central table.
“That looks like an elephant’s trunk,” Susan whispered to Charles.
“I know that one’s a squid,” Albert said proudly.
The class laughed.
“Okay class. I want everyone to break into your groups, grab up to ten ingredients, and bake a small pie.”
Students hurriedly grabbed only the items they recognized and set to work. Pies in Miss Julie’s class only served two people, or one if your name happened to be Charles, so they never took long to cook. Miss Julie busied herself in the main kitchen with a pie of her own for the entire class to try.
Forty minutes later, each kitchen proudly set their pie on the central table and announced what kind of pie it was.
“Kitchen one is proud to present a pumpkin chocolate chip pie,” Jennifer said.
“Kitchen two went an extra mile and made a chocolate chip cookie pie,” Alex said.
“Yeah, well,” Adam said, “ours is better. Kitchen three made a fruit tart.”
“Very nice everyone,” Miss Julie said, “but you were all told to make a Frankenpie.”
“But…but, what even is a Frankenpie, Miss Julie,” Heather asked.
“Try some.” Miss Julie set down a beautifully decorated pie that smelled just like Halloween on the table as oohs and ahs filled the room. As students grabbed a fork and dug in, Miss Julie began listing off the ingredients. Hardly anyone was listening until…
“… a little dash of dog, and a licking of cat …”
“What did she say,” Alex asked Jennifer.
“Cat! Did she say cat,” Heather said to no one in particular.
“… a little bit of Fran, and a little bit of Ken, then you mix …”
“WHAT!” the class screamed.
Miss Julie stood by the central table laughing as her classroom emptied into the hall. Only the Edward remained in the room, grinning.
“Great Frankenpie, Miss Julie,” Edward said. “You must have gotten the recipe from my grandmother.”
Miss Julie laughed. “Why yes, yes I did Edward.”