When I was a kid, my mom made the best pie. She still does.
My mom’s pie recipe came from her mother who was born in Scotland and brought her pie making skills with her to Canada. Although my mom liked to modify recipes to suit her style, she never tampered with grandma’s pie crust recipe. It was the flakiest crust ever. To this day, I have not tasted a rival. And I have tested a lot of them. I guess I am sort of a self appointed pie connoisseur.
For one of my milestone birthdays, my husband began to quiz me on my food preferences so he could come up with a menu for the party.
“What kind of cake do you want for your birthday?”
“I don’t like cake so I don’t really want one.”
“Well, you have to have cake. What is a birthday without cake? You like chocolate. Do you want chocolate cake?”
“I don’t like cake.”
“How will we be able to sing happy birthday if we don’t have any cake?”
“I like dessert, just not cake. I like pastries. Anything with a flakey, buttery pastry.
Like pie. I like pie.”
“You can’t have pie for your birthday.”
He walked away.
Three days later, he asked me, “Did you decide what kind of cake you want for your birthday?”
It was my turn to walk away.
Last year for my birthday, my elderly friend decided to have a few ladies over for morning coffee. There were sandwiches, savouries and of course, cake. They sang; I ate; and my blood sugar levels increased. In the evening, I joined my church group for a potluck meal and because it was my birthday, there was cake. And lots of it. I ate; they sang; and my blood sugar elevated. As I returned home, my cousin and her daughter decided to arrive and surprise me with – you guessed it – cake. They sang; we all ate; and I said nothing other than thank you. By then I was buzzed on sugar and too many cups of coffee I used to wash down the cake.
For this year’s birthday, my best friend took me for pie.
We went to a restaurant that specializes in pies. The glass showcase held so many choices, it was hard to decide. In the end, I settled on an apple pie that was almost as good as my mom’s. It was a glorious day.
As for my next birthday, well, it is too early to start planning yet.
In the meantime…
… I’ll have my pie now.