My mother makes the best apple pie on the planet. That's not smack. That's real, honest-to-goodness my mother can beat your mother in a baking showdown...anytime...anywhere.
The crust is light and delicious. The pie overflowing with apple sweet sugary goodness.
I live for that pie. And, my body shows it. That's why this year, instead of eating my normal slice (or two or three) AND bringing home extra for later, I did the unthinkable. I took a bite--ONE bite--and gave the rest to my delightfully skinny husband.
Mom, not one for breaking tradition, didn't adjust well to the alteration.
Mom: "Are you sure you don't want a small piece of pie?"
Me: "I would love it, but I'm really trying to watch what I eat."
Mom: "How 'bout I give you some to take home so you can have a bite later?"
Me: "It's really better that I don't keep that stuff in the house."
Mom: "It sure is good. How about just a little bit?"
Me: "Mom, I love you and I love the pie, but could you please stop asking me? I really haven't been feeling well and I am trying to take care of my health."
Mom: "How about I wrap some up for you and you take it home for Angel (my hubby)?"
Me (sighing): "No thanks, Mom. Angel doesn't really want to have it in the house either."
Mom: "MMMM. Ok. Well, how about some cookies?"
LOL. I guess in some things are easier to alter than others. Merry Christmas and pass the tangerines.
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