Pie

Jim came home tonight and asked if I had pie. No. When we first met in 2001 I made him a few apple pies. Then he had other cravings, including Crystal Light beverages, yogurt, Clif bars and others.

New Years’ Eve he took out on foot in the snow to find an apple or cherry pie, only to find all the usual outlets closed for the night. Tomorrow he’s going cross-country skiing with a friend and I’ll try to go out and get a pie pan, make dough and an apple pie for him, to ring in the new year. I’m sure he’d like some vanilla ice cream on top, but there’s no way I’m buying an electric ice cream maker for that. I already have my sturdy Donvier hand-cranked machine in storage. Everything is in storage, including pie pans. No, I can’t go get one as we’re 1,500 miles away.

Happy New Year! We’re in for the night and the only strange thing is that we can check the doors and garage before bed and in the morning the garage door is open. Neither of us walk in our sleep. More people are here for the holidays and I think our garage frequency is shared. It’s not good to go to bed and find out your garage has been open all night. I wouldn’t worry with our usual neighbors but a lot of weekenders are here and we want to be safe. Put it this way, we’ve been here nine months as of today and this has happened four times, all in the past week.

Did you do resolutions? We didn’t. We didn’t do Christmas gifts either. We don’t even get each other a birthday card. Perhaps it will all come down to a pie. Or Apple Brown Betty. With best wishes for a happy and healthy new year, cheers, Dee

Don’t get me wrong. We live in a very safe neighborhood and pay to do so. The pie cravings will go by the wayside, probably with more pie for now and fruit in his diet.