conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Everything, Waffle, Uncle with the genre: Children's Books, Growing Up & Facts of Life?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'One Year in Coal Harbor'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: One Year in Coal Harbor
  The article went on to say that anyone who had a suggestion for a charitable Coal Harbor cause should write to Miss Honeycut, and gave her manor house address, which, I was interested to note, was Honeycut Hall, without even a street name. Imagine, I thought, your home being so enormous and well known that all you had to say was you lived at Honeycut Hall somewhere in the North of England and all your mail got there fine.
  Ersatz gravy was one of my mother's inventions. It was supposed to be healthy gravy because it used cornstarch, not fat, as a thickener but it turned out to taste really good too.
  We found lamb chops in the bottom of the freezer at the general store. They were expensive and slightly freezer burned and Mr. Barrista warned my mom that they'd been sitting there for a long time but it didn't seem to matter to her, it was elegance ho. Besides, she said, the cost would just get lost in the general bill at the end of the month and she would economize somewhere else.
  For the next week I was very excited about the dinner even if I wasn't mad for the menu, except for the ersatz gravy, which my mother had agreed to make as a compromise because let's face it, serving grilled lamb is basically like serving grilled steak and requires no feats of imagination.
  Both Miss Bowzer and Uncle Jack had accepted the invitation immediately, which I took as a good sign. But when they got to our door they looked startled to see each other and then I realized I hadn't told each the other was coming. I hadn't done this on purpose but I might have unconsciously.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I wanted to say, But you're one of the things I'm worried about. Dan Sneild is going to scoop up Miss Bowzer and that will be that. You will lose her forever.
  Then, before I could decide whether to say this flat out, the party broke up and everyone started moving toward the door.
  Make toast. Butter it well. Make sure it's melty. Add a judicious amount of previously mixed-up cinnamon and sugar. Serve.
  A LOT HAPPENED IN the weeks that followed but the logging didn't happen as immediately as any of us had feared. Dan Sneild stayed on at the B and B. The Hacky Sack kids and the older environmentalists became a fixture and were busy trying to recruit people for the big day when the logging began. They had to work really hard because it's difficult to keep people whipped to a white-hot protesting fury when nothing much is going on.
  One day, seemingly out of the blue, Uncle Jack called it quits with his restaurant and a big FOR SALE sign went into its window, surprising everyone. His only explanation was that he was tired of renovating a building where the darn ceiling wouldn't stay up. He had his eye now on something else. But he wouldn't say what.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Uncle Jack and I were having dinner one night at The Girl on the Red Swing when they came in. "What's to come of that, huh?" he said, winking at me and picking marshmallows out of his clam chowder.
  The B and B really took off and it kept Kate hopping because she mostly ran it while Uncle Jack continued with real estate.
  Six months after Ked returned, Kate and Uncle Jack had a baby girl. "Eleven more to go," Uncle Jack always teased Kate, and she always blushed. But sometimes I'd catch a glint in his eye that made me think he was partly serious too. They named their little girl Daisy. Excellent, I thought, we've got kind of a family flower thing happening here.
  It was sad, even though he'd been old and ill a long time. He didn't have much to leave. No money to speak of. He had rented his rooms. But all he did have he left to Ked.
  This is Polynesian because of the pineapple. Bring a can of pineapple tidbits, half a cup of water and one quarter cup of sugar to a boil. Add a small package of lime Jell-O and chill until it starts to gel. Fold in half a cup of whipped cream, half a cup of cottage cheese, half a cup of mini marshmallows and half a cup of nut pieces, whatever kind you like. Chill until solid.