Bible study night. I had Razzleberry pie on the menu for dessert tonight. I have been thinking about that piece of pie since Monday. Razzleberry pie is a mix of blackberry, blueberry and raspberry and it is heaven in a pie pan. That piece of pie was going to cost me 10 of my 26 points and I was going to make a way to enjoy my piece of pie.
This is my first day on the program. I ate what I had at the house. No pie? No problem. But Wednesday? Wednesday we eat pie.
And this is a picture of my beloved pie that I burned about an hour ago. I turned broil on for just a sec to brown the top a wee bit. Then I got sidetracked working with one of the boys. Then I started to smell something awful.
My pie was completely charred on top.
Words cannot convey the depth of my heartbreak over this tragedy.
After a bit of pie surgery, this was the best I could come up with. No buttery and golden sugar cascaded top baked to perfection. Only charred bits of dashed dreams remain.
When I say I have been excited about having a slice of this pie, I mean, I have been excited.
What's that? You just broke a window? It's cool, I'm having pie Wednesday night.
Hmmm? You just overflowed the toilet? It's all good, pie is on the docket for this week.
You just colored a mural with permanent Sharpee on the wall in the hall? No big whoop, let's eat pie.
Last night, after I got in my pj's, I got my tracker out to plan for today. I started from the bottom up since I knew for sure I was getting pie tonight. I knew I may have to eat lots of lettuce leaves, water and air but it was all going to be worth it.
And here I sit, jipped. I ate the lettuce. I ate the air. I drank the water. And my dreams have been dashed.
As I sit here, it is as if the Pie Nazi has visited me. No pie for you! Goodbye old friend. I hardly knew ye.
1 comment:
What a senseless tragedy. So, so sorry, Bugs. There are no words.
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