An awesome gift

This week, my friend Melissa gave me the greatest gift, ever: A pie basket! Now, maybe a basket for carrying pies doesn't seem that useful or great to you, but to me...it is pie transportation bliss. She got this basket for me after hearing about the incident that occurred about two years ago. It was after a fundraiser in which I offered to make a pie per month for 2 different families for the summer. In honor of my cool basket, I found the email that I sent to my college girls on the day of the pie incident. Here is part of that email:

...today, however, i was determined it would go smoothly. a simple recipe for pecan pie is pretty easy. however... the crust recipe that was supposed to make 2 crusts only made one. leaving me to make an entire 2nd batch of crust after the first pie was almost done, doubling my time in the kitchen. this may seem like no big deal, but with frank taking half a nap because the dog woke him up, 3 hours in the kitchen is a very long time. then...on delivery this afternoon, the pie was still warm, so i had it sitting on a cookie cooling rack thing. i got out of the car, and while trying to shut the door the pie launched off the rack, flew 3 feet in the air and landed face down on the street in front of the Campbell's house, with my favorite pie plate broken around it. it was getting late, and i was about to cry, so i picked up the broken glass, said goodbye to the poor pie, and left. then... en route to the 2nd pie delivery, i realized i was so low on gas, that i might not make it. so i stopped at a nearby ghetto citgo. the first pump didn't work. so i moved the car to another pump. it only allowed me to pump .82 cents worth of gas before shutting off. so i tried again. .82 cents again... well then i left figuring 1.64 would get me somewhere at least. i dropped off the pie, frank meanwhile has been in the car about an hour driving from place to place (and was an angel, even when i was crying about the pie). i get home, frank won't come inside, so i make a phone call to the Campbells outside on my cell. i decide to have a picnic on the deck with frank, start to go inside to get the chik-fil-a and realize that i have locked myself out of the house. i end up climbing through a window where wasps have a nest and a dead cockroach has left his body. frank and i have a picnic - where he spills a bottle of milk on my new shoe and flies swarm us on all sides. frank ends up eating carrots for dinner.


Thanks to Melissa, I will never launch another pie in the street again.