Nope, I’m not going to show you the picture. I had something happen to a pie that has never before happened to me. Here’s the story.
Yesterday, I create a pie recipe for a project on which I’m working. It turns out great and I am delighted with it. One of my neighbors, who is a regular taster of my work, says she would love to have a couple of slices to share with her husband. She lives just around the corner and offers to walk on over to get them. I say, great! I cut and place about 1/3 of the pie in a pie pan for her, place it on the kitchen counter, and fill the kettle with water for tea. She arrives. We admire the pie. I give her a cup of tea, and a small sliver of the remaining pie so she can taste it. She gives me her feedback. She loves it.
My son arrives to see if I’m doing ok during these big snows we’ve been having, or need anything. (Proud Mama moment: What a wonderful son and nice person he is!) I offer him a piece, which he accepts. Another thumbs up. 🙂
There’s a knock at the door. It’s the mail carrier who hands me a parcel for which I have been awaiting. It’s a baking book. Big surprise, right? He’s been out there braving the elements of the snow storms we have been having in Western Washington for days, so I ask if he would like a piece of pie. He says yes, and I invite him to join us at the table. I take it as a good sign when his fork quickly heads back to the plate for a second bite. He loves the pie, and leaves with a big smile on his face.
After my son leaves, my neighbor and I chat some more, and we finish our tea. I go into the kitchen to get the pan with slices that I have set aside for her to take home. Well, I misjudge the distance, and bump the pie pan. It falls face down on to the floor and pieces of pie splay out from it. I can’t believe it! This truly has never happened to me before, and nope, I’m not going to show you the picture. I think you can see it clearly for yourself already in your mind.