Store Bought Pie ?!
The other day when I came home I saw a store bought pumpkin pie on the kitchen counter. !?! There was still a whole home-baked pie in the fridge. Are my pies not good enough? Why did John buy a store bought pie?
“I didn’t see the other pie” he claimed. Maybe. It was toward the back.
But John redeemed himself yesterday when he volunteered unsolicited, “You know, your pies taste so much better than store bought pies.” John is brutally honest about all my cooking adventures. Trust me, the Dutch Pumpkin Soup I made Monday night did not receive praise like this. He says my pies are more “interesting”. Maybe because you never know whether the next bite will contain a chunk of pumpkin since I haven’t yet mastered homogenizing my pie filling.
I felt as elated by John’s comments as if I had won a prize. Best pumpkin pie from Avila Bay Place, Safeway or Nugget.
Take that, Safeway.
I should be lifting weights right now, but it was such a dreadfully frustrating day, filled with a series of small but frustrating, annoying events that I’m absolutely not in the mood, even though I know my mood would be greatly improved afterward. Too bad.
I’ll just stay home and have a piece of pie.
