But even with all my reservations, I felt kind of bad about the whole pie thing and I finally confessed to David, "I don't know what to do! Caiden wants some of this pie, but I don't really want her to have it and I'm not even sure if its good or not. What should I do?!"
That's when he encouraged me to go with my gut and get rid of the pie with the assurance that "You guys can just make your own little galette or something."
Well, to me, those words were freedom, liberation, empowerment! Did he just tell me to make pie? Yes, he did!
So the next day, I picked up my little fools from school and asked them what kind of pie they wanted to make. When they couldn't agree, I thought, "What the heck; it's fall; it's a beautiful day; I made enough pie crust; why not make two pies?" So I let them each choose what kind of small pie they would make. In my head they would be little pies, but when Elliott decided to go with pumpkin it felt weird to picture throwing out half a batch of pumpkin pie filling so we made a whole pumpkin pie and a little apple galette for Caiden. It was so fun to whip up some special desserts without having a special occasion or any good reason to do it.
We all were looking forward to dessert after dinner, everyone, that is except for David who is basically allergic to all forms of pie. And that's exactly when the magical aura of delight and whimsy around our pie making adventure came crashing down around
Oh, to have someone to appreciate pie with… Will the day ever come?! I am halfway excited that there will be more pie leftovers just for me and halfway scared of there being more pie leftovers just for me. I know I will eat them all.
And so that is how it came to be that Elliott, Caiden, and even me, had made from scratch a pumpkin pie and apple galette.
But no one was happy. The end.