No questions, only answers

I baked a pie the other day, a cherry pie….it came out all golden crusted and perfect. The aroma was intoxicating; I floated around feeling very pleased with myself. It had been a long time since I had baked a pie. The last one I baked was an apple pie…. almost 5 years back. Why ever didn’t I bake more of them, all these years???? I wondered curiously.

The kids ooohed and aaahed over it when they came back from school but hesitated when it came to taking a bite. They are like that…they do that to my cakes, muffins and macaroons too. They take it to school in their snack-box because they have no choice and stealthily distribute it around in class.

How do I know about it???

The mothers of the classmates' call and ask me for the recipe, thts how;-). Whatever I make is popular everywhere except inside my own house.

What about your husband you’ll ask me. Oh yes how can I forget. The better-half pointed to his tooth…rather to the blank space where his tooth once was; he just got a tooth removed. He is not too fond of the sweet stuff anyways and it was a perfect excuse not to hurt my feelings.

I looked at my pie in melancholy. Nobody wanted to eat my pie.
“Don’t take it to heart” I told my cherry pie, patting her gently.
She sat there looking so beautiful even as some scarlet filling dribbled down from the edges.

And I remembered why I didn’t make pies anymore.

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Today is a special day….because it is the half-anniversary of our Q&A marathon!!!!

Grab a chair, I'll serve some pie and we'll talk.

Nope I'm not going to ask any questions .......feeling totally generous....

......you can ask the questions today:-).