Apple Pie-ness

I wish everyone had friends like I do. If I were a good person, I’d share them, but their mine. Mine. All mine! Ah Ha Ha Ha Ha….

They bring me pies. They do lots of other wonderful things too (like watch my children, assure me that I’m normal, and make me laugh until my abs seize), but I am going to focus on the pie-ness.

My dear friend Cindy… dear, dear Cindy… She made me an apple pie – with little leaf crust cut-outs – cooked to golden perfection! Cindy got braces a couple of years ago, and she has been a great encourager and adviser leading up my new life in braces. It was she who moved me to nearly wipe out the wax reserves at the orthodontist. I have wax in my purse, in my bathroom, by my bed, in the junk drawer, and I think I have a box in a pocket somewhere….Hmmm, I need to put one in my glove compartment… Any who – It was also her great wisdom that opened my eyes to the comfort and loveliness of Ibuprofen. *Jenny nuzzles the 500 413 count bottle of coated tablets, coos, and pets it lovingly…*

And now… a pie! A home-made, fresh-baked, lovely to behold (and lovelier to consume) apple pie. The flaky crust melts as my tongue and roof of my mouth mushes it up. The apples are tender and sweet. I hum a happy food tune and shake my hips in celebration. Finally! Yummy food I can chew with my tongue and roof of my mouth! Thank you Cindy! This totally trumps cottage cheese and cream of wheat – totally.