I had pie once

As some of you will know, whenever anyone mentions or serves pie, Ken says, “I had pie once.” He can’t help it. It’s hereditary. His grandfather always said it and now he does. On Sunday I asked Reid if she wanted to bake a pie and, without missing a beat, she said, “For Daddy?” I said, “Yes. He had pie once, you know.” We both grinned. I’m not sure if she was smiling at the thought of making a pie for her daddy or because of his silly saying.

When I offered Ken a choice of strawberry, rhubarb or strawberry-rhubarb pies, he said he wasn’t keen on any of them. Maybe there is a reason that he’s had pie only once! I made a rhubarb cake instead and he was suitably enthusiastic and thankful. Still, it’s a long time until apple season …

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