Monday, February 13, 2012
No One Should Ever Take Home Their Whole Pie
I had an unusual conversation with my friend Carol at the Potluck at the Y on Friday. It involved an untouched Homemade Cherry Pie. This pie had been cut into 8 slices, but there wasn't any serving utensil and at the end of the party, there it sat. I took a piece and sat down with Carol. I could see her eying the crust, which was amazingly flaky. So I passed her a bite, explaining that I was actually too full, but was going to take at least two pieces, even if I ended up throwing one away when the pie makers back was turned. So Carol admitted that she had been know to take extra serving of homemade, but unloved Potluck offerings, knowing that she didn't have the points (some kind of Weight Watcher's thing - she always says that she has been on Weight Watchers for 45 years, I guess like an AA member) and couldn't actually eat any, just so no one took home their whole dish. We hit upon a better idea, and just began to oooh and aaah about this wonderful pie, until we had enough other people running to grab a piece, that it all got eaten.
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That's *beautiful*!
ReplyDeleteThis could be an alternative Valentine's Day story. Which brings up, by the way--the fact I hope J is there and that you're having a gorgeous week together.
Oh Catherine - how sweet! But of course John is off on business, although he didn't leave until this early am and I awoke to beautiful roses on the table with some of my favorite "Endangered Species" chocolate bars. He'll be back Friday and we'll go out then. There is a place called The Chalkboard that I want to try. Hope you and Chris are having fun today!
ReplyDeleteThe woman who made that terrific
Cherry Pie was absolutely beaming when she took home the empty plate. She told me, when I complimented her on her crust, that she was a recent widow and was so happy she didn't have to take home any leftover pie.
Roses! Sounds lovely. Your story made me remember taking a cake to a fund-raiser where my soon to be 2nd husband was supposed to bid on it, but he didn't seem to understand this. He thought he didn't need to bid on it because it would come home with me anyhow and he would have it, so he bid on some other desserts - and lost. He was content until, passing the trash bin on the way out the door, I dumped my whole unwanted cake in the trash. It's one of the few times I've ever done something quite that brash, but I was really disappointed. I forgave him because he genuinely hadn't understood this was part of the courting ritual (or so he said). I'm so pleased you helped that woman feel special. I totally agree, no one should take home a whole pie/cake. Happy Valentine's Day to you!
ReplyDeleteHoorah for you, Shelley! Sometimes it takes a dramatic gesture to make a lasting impression.
ReplyDeleteWhat a creative solution for the "unloved" pie. You were a good Samaritan.
ReplyDeleteIt's funny - but everyone who had a piece agreed that it was the best pie of all.
ReplyDeletereaIy seems funny seeing something you talked about, in writing, but I finally found your blog. You better watch what you say about me from now on, unless it is extremely complementary. I love your writing sytle, too bad you can't get paid for it.
ReplyDeleteHi Carol - How fun that you've found your story! Why would anyone who knows you say anything that's not complimentary? You're terrific!
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