Sunday, February 1, 2009

French Silk Pie

My day has been dominated by French Silk Pie. Not eating it..... but hearing about it. Over and over and over again.....

This morning, one of the first things I accomplished as soon as I got dressed and showered for the day was throwing the last piece of French Silk Pie down the garbage disposal. This was not the only thing to meet its demise in the garbage disposal, but it appears its the only thing that appeared to be important to my husband. Once he comes into the kitchen and helps out by starting dishes, he casually asks:

"Did you throw the pasta away?""

"Yeah" I reply, "Along with the last piece of French Silk Pie & some leftover mashed potatoes."

A once productive husband that was helping his wife out doing dishes suddenly stops washing the dish he is on, turns around with an incredulous look on his face and says:

"WHAT?? Please tell me you really ate the last piece of French Silk Pie."

Ummmm....... needless to say, I had to tell him that I had indeed threw it down the garbage disposal, which I have not heard the end of today. If I mentioned he looked flushed, he said it was because he was still upset about the French Silk Pie. If mentioned someone else looked happy, he would reply that they probably didnt have someone throw their French Silk Pie down the garbage disposal.

So on the way back home after our errands and such today, we were discussing French Silk Pie again for about the 10th time, when I made a mention that he could go to the store and BUY a friggin piece of French Silk Pie if it bothers him so much. He replies that it is very rare to see French Silk Pie sold by the slice at the store, and says that we are headed to the grocery store so he can show me just how right he is. I, of course, am in no mood to go to the store and stand in front of the bakery counter and have him sigh. But that *is* what happened, only with an "I told you so" attached to it.

However, we do not dwell on it (errrr, too much) and move on to other things we need while we are there and head to check out line. We are in the check out lane for a total of 1 minute before someone else is behind us. We both look back at the same time and notice the guy has stacked about 3-4 pies on the conveyer belt.

I look at my husband. He looks at me. We both about loose it - but my husband turns around and tells the guy that he can put the divider behind the pies and we will buy the pies, it would not be a problem at all for us to do so. The guy laughs and says something about us regretting it once all the calories hit our stomachs. My husband laughs also and says, nahh.... thats ok.... its kinda a long story between my wife and I. To which I pipe up and say:

"No, not really. Just a pretty short story repeated MANY times".

So anyway! We make it out of the store, get in the truck and I tell my husband that I have decided that God is taking his side on this French Silk Pie deal. Seriously, lets think about it..... it was the Super Bowl today. Anyone in the grocery store *should* be buying chicken wings, hamburger, steaks, chips, salsa, beer..... ANYTHING else but friggin PIE.

Even the simple lessons in life are really rubbed in my face I tell ya lol

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Its not like it was 14 day old, "OMG, we forgot to throw that out weeks ago" pie... nooooo, it was one day old, fresh as a daisy, glorious, in the prime of its shelf life eatin pie. And it wasn't some small shrivelled up pathetic slice, it was a bold, 1 and 1/2 piece robust, fill ya up with the glory of all that is good about life kinda slice. But I digress...

Seriously, tho, WHO could do such a thing?! I mean really... it reminds me sort of like Shrek and Donkey talking about parfait. Who doesn't like parfait? But hey, don't mind me...

I'm not bitter. Really...

Lisa Marie said...

Dear A -

Are you calling me Shrek? And you Donkey? Cuz I do not appreciate being called a big green monster - thank you very much lol

Anonymous said...

No, I am NOT calling you Shrek... because Shrek was a good hearted big Green monster whom, I am guessing even in his grumpiest days, would NEVER dream of throwing away perfectly good French Silk pie! The sort of evil that could do such a thing *has* no name...

I love you anyway, and I am sure, one of the days, I will come to forgive you... lol

Unknown said...

I know I should not say this, but why did you throw away the pie?

Sorry, but I love french silk.

Dee Anna

Anonymous said...

What did that poor ol' pie do to you?! How perfectly evil... You should come to our house and learn to make one as penance.

Lisa Marie said...

I went and bought a slice (Tippins!) at the store for him today cuz ya'all made me feel bad.

And, well.... to kinda prove that they *do* have single slices lol

I have no friends *sniffle, sob, sniffle* hehe

Anonymous said...

Alas, a deed cannot be undone. Besides, I know for a fact you didn't buy that single slice at our regular store. I am betting you bought a single slice of some other type of pie and a whole french silk pie, cut out one slice and put it in the single slice container and threw the rest of the french silk pie daway, just to spite me. You cretin! lol