Luke said, pushing the jar down the counter toward his grandmother. “Mr. Moore grows tarragon in his garden, and he gives us some every summer. We always put extra in our pizza sauce.” “And we don’t buy the sauce with tomato chunks.” Lydia was unwrapping a package of pepperoni. “I hate tomato chunks.” “We know,” Luke retorted. “You won’t have to worry about that tonight,” Miranda told the twins. “My pizza doesn’t have tomato sauce.” Kim turned from the refrigerator in surprise. She had been searching for the mozzarella cheese, but now she saw that Miranda had produced a shopping bag and was setting out ingredients she must have purchased earlier in the day. Every Friday night, Kim and the twins baked homemade pizza. Since she’d been staying with them, Miranda had participated in the process of building the pizzas, and then she ate with the family. But this evening, Grandma Finley had asked to treat Kim and the twins to something special. She was going to teach them how to make Derek’s favorite meal—her unique gourmet pizza.
