2.) Share a story of a memorable dinner.
THE GREAT PIE-TASTROPHE!
I’m not one for making pies but since I was hosting our first Thanksgiving in our new home I decided that some pie making was in order. So I set out to make several scrumptious pies, pumpkin pie, apple pie and my husband’s favorite, cherry pie. I toiled all week buying the ingredients, mixing, chopping, crumbling, kneading, flouring and baking. By no means am I a Betty Crocker but I must say I was proud of my perfect pies and happily set them aside for the big feasting day. The whole FAM-dango came to feast and we feasted all day long. And what do you do after a day of feasting? You feast some more on sweets. So I brought out the pies and set them on a rectangular folding table. I gave my brother-in-law the task of serving the ice cream but in my haste I had not let it thaw (big mistake!). I left the premise (the dining room) to get the whipped cream when I heard the loud thump and the crashing sound. I heard kids crying “OH NO!” and the older ones exclaiming “It wasn’t me Aunt Anne!” I rounded the corner to see all of my pies crumpled on the floor in a pile of ruins. Tears in my eyes, I looked at my BIL pleading for an explanation. He of great humor, laughed and said he was pressing hard into the frozen ice cream when one of the table legs buckled, half the table went down and then the pies hung there like passengers on the Titanic and finally made the precipitous slide into the sea (well ok, our floor!). So what did we do you may ask? My dear nephew Kyle happily scooped a pie up, unfolded it and declared, “It may not be pretty, but we can still eat it!” And feast we did….. on mangled, twisted, and crumpled up pies. They were delectably delicious despite disaster!
*This is just one of my many pie-tastrophes. There are two more (more stories for another day!) and I no longer bake a pie, I just buy!