It started out as just a good excuse.
An excuse for pie. But pie is inexcusable. If you think about it you can never find a reason not to have a slice. It’s not like coffee, a muffin or even a steak dinner. With all those you can find a reason:
"I don’t want to be kept up too late"
“Too much bran upsets the pipes”
“Doc said I should stay away from red meat. Bad for the ole ticker”
All very reasonable reasons, that when said aloud, releases you from your responsibilities.
Pie escapes these bonds.
I’ve had this pie, and this pie party going for the last 7 years. Time flies when you have a good crust. Some years we have more than one if there is occasion(6 free quarts of raspberries? That’s an occasion).
My mother and I make the pies. Some years she supervises me, and other years I supervise her. I always hull. This year she did the heavy lifting and made them. She borrowed a few pie plates from her friend Joyce so we were able to expand the number of pies up to 5 this year. 3 strawberry(hard to come by this year) 1 blueberry, & 1 peach. Responses across the board were outstanding.
“This was so good”
“How do I steal your mother?”
The pie is always goo but I know what my favorite part is. It’s spending time with mom in the kitchen and yelling to dad in the living room.
My parents are wonderful people. I feel very lucky and comfortable saying that. I’ve never heard an ill word about either of them(other than light hearted ribbing, apparently I’m sarcastic.”Not nearly as bad as your father though”)
I used to bristle when people would say
“Oh you’re Earlene’s boy!”
“Your dad is Mr. Gray!?!
Now I beam with pride.
I like the party because I get to introduce my new pals to my parents.
"They’re so nice"
“Your mom is so cute”
“How’d you come from such nice people?”
Some of my friend are jerks.
Wonderful, helpful, jerks.
It’s nice to have my friends over. Ever year the faces change, but the idea stays the same.
"Come over, be a little hungry, and for gods sake don’t you dare think about bringing anything"
It’s a small way to say thank you to a few of my friends that do so much for me on a day-to-day basis. For the people that make me smile. The people that make me think & the people that tell me shut up when I need to.
It’s not much. Just berries, sugar, flour and butter.
It is a little though.
And a little pie goes a long way.
The pie party is one of my favorite days of the year.
I love having a good excuse.