Leave It To Beaver
Cinnamon Glazed Almonds · Apple Pie · Blackstrap Molasses
Nobody suspects the woman with the pie.
That's exactly what she's counting on.
Leave It To Beaver wraps you in cinnamon glazed almonds, a golden apple pie so perfect it should be illegal, and the dark, sticky pull of blackstrap molasses underneath. Warm, patient, and absolutely plotting something.
She's been smiling for thirty years and not one crease to show for it. The kitchen is spotless. The casserole showed up at your door before you even knew you'd made a mistake. She doesn't yell. She doesn't threaten. She just bakes.
The cleaver is a cooking tool.
Allegedly.
Nobody who's crossed her has been around long enough to file a complaint, but her neighbors always say the same thing: God, something smells amazing over there.
Shake well. Disturb the peace.