More often than not, my eyes are bigger than my stomach. Both are bigger than my wallet. I've had this insatiable craving for a peach pie for most of the summer. (God forbid I should make one...) Yesterday I had plans with one of the sons to go to his place and watch a classic movie, so I determined that this would be a good time to indulge, especially since it would just be the two of us. (Okay, sometimes I'm a little greedy with food, especially where sweets are concerned). I headed to the bakery behind my apartment (how convenient is that? Oh, and there's a Friendly's within walking distance. Sounds lethal, don't you agree?) Anyway, I decided instead to get a "very berry" pie, because that is what my son likes. Well, by the time I got to the bakery, they were sold out of both. So instead I chose a deep dish apple blackberry pie, requesting that the girl box it without asking the price. That was mistake number one. "That will be $17.99" she announced. I responded quicker than a baker can peel an apple: "I beg your pardon? $7.99?" No ma'am (she would call me ma'am. If she were a waitress, that would have meant no tip). "$17.99", she reiterated. I briefly considered sarcastically suggesting that they may keep it, but ultimately, I (grudgingly) opened my wallet and forked over the one cent shy of $18.00, more than a little furious that they would charge such an exorbitant amount of money for a pie. A pie! Now, I make one of the best apple pies ever, so while driving over to my son's house, I seriously pondered a change of career.
My son was absolutely incredulous when he saw the size of the pie I brought for just the two of us. Observing the magnitude of the pie in his kitchen, I had to wonder myself ... especially considering it wasn't even the kind we really wanted! Oh, and did I mention...we're both on diets?
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