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Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Dinner. With a Side of Death.

(*the not-so-pretty reality of a mother who does eventually reach her breaking point*)

Pie. That's what.

One of them is filled with chicken and carrots in a white sauce, and the other is filled with apples, sugar, and cinnamon. If you complain about the first pie, I will break your femurs. If you are good little boys and girls and eat up your nutritious, delicious chicken pot pie, you will be rewarded with another pie.

If anybody says anything at all containing the words "wow" (in a sarcastic tone) or "whatever" (in a teen tone), there will be a rolling pin thrust through one of these windows.

And, no. There are no side dishes of chicken fingers, or smiley face french fries, or salad, or roasted cauliflower, or spinach with strawberries and toasted almonds.

This crust began its preparation at 6:30 this bloody morning. There really wasn't time for any of that other stuff, and besides, going without those lovely side dishes will not kill us, whereas other certain, particular actions just might.

Tonight, we eat PIE.


Rosa said...

Joyce you are returning to your roots just like we talked about today. I think that you should take the time however to whip up some shmone fat gravey to pour over top. mmmmmmm

Christine said...

you done good

Karla said...

Yikes! I'll eat pie, I'll eat pie!

That's better than what my kidlets got for supper after swimming lessons tonight.... SHREK alphaghetti. mmmmmmm.

joyce said...

I'm being desperate here... Christine and Karla- any chance for Oct 23-25 for a retreat?

(can't use my e-mail....)

Karla said...

Yep, I think that'll work. I know, I know, you can't use the phone. Well, you could drive out to my house and ask me in person.

Anonymous said...

Oh Joyce, that is such a great post.

Anonymous said...

Did everyone enjoy the PIE? mk

Linda said...

I would not complain one bit about either pie. I would happily eat both!