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I was awakened by a cat's calls, and shrill retorts from chirruping feathered fowls. A breeze on my goose-pimpled skin chilled my grogginess as the burr from the attic fan whirred, sucking in air through the open sliding-glass door entranceway screened.

I was in the recreational room at my mother's house, reclining in the massage lounge chair pensively: a daybreak rumination, contemplating reciprocity not through the plasticity of manufacturing, but through the placidity of manipulating with a recipe.

I stood up and stretched-tall, yawned, then ascended the stairs, drifted down the hallway, flipped the fan switch off, and went double-back to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator door to obtain my fixings, then scoured the cupboard and spontaneously found supportive spicy additives.

The calls and retorts (the clamor) that had summoned these sentences had begun to fade as I searched for pots and pans, as I located the utensils that would help me transcribe this testimonial delicacy.

Cobbler Granny Smith/Rome Apples (grab bag) [peeled, cored, roughly chopped] Anise Seed (sprinkles) Arrow Root Lemon Juice Gloucester Cheese (chunky crumbles) Eggs (vigorously whisked) Streusel Brown Sugar Butter Walnuts (hand-crushed) Crust (optional)	Granny Smith/Rome Apples with Lemon
Potpourri Chew Apple Peels (oven-dried) Cherries (finger-pitted, candied) Honey Lemon (zest) Walnuts (broken) Lemon (thinly sliced wedges)	 Potpourri Chew 
Sides Bacon (crispy) Vanilla Frozen Yogurt Coffee (stark)	 Cobbler Potpourri Bacon Frozen Yogurt