On occasion I get pleasantly surprised. It happened this week.
I was surprised by the fact that I was craving an apple pie. You see, I don't like apple pie. As a matter of fact, I don't like anything that includes cooked apples. And, strangely enough, I don't like pie crust. Call me crazy, but outside of my Aunt Ruth's crust, there are very few that I have ever had that I really enjoyed.
So the fact that I was craving an apple pie is just crazy talk! But look at this thing! There is something about this photo that made me REALLY want to try this pie.
I was surprised by the fact that I was craving an apple pie. You see, I don't like apple pie. As a matter of fact, I don't like anything that includes cooked apples. And, strangely enough, I don't like pie crust. Call me crazy, but outside of my Aunt Ruth's crust, there are very few that I have ever had that I really enjoyed.
So the fact that I was craving an apple pie is just crazy talk! But look at this thing! There is something about this photo that made me REALLY want to try this pie.
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| I will think of this pie often! |
This is my friend's Murray County Fair apple pie! Don't let the red ribbon fool you (I'm pretty sure whomever ended up with the blue must have been doing some under-the-table stuff with the judges). This sucker was stinking good! I will say it was the best apple pie I have ever tasted. She may have single-handily changed my opinion on cooked apples!
I even went to the Murray County Fair just to visit this pie! Okay, I went to visit my friend and listen to some of the best talent Murray County has to offer (*wink*). But this pie made me completely forget about the hour I spent surrounded by the sounds and smells of every breed of chicken known to man! Seriously. You had to be there.
Here's where the story takes a sad turn. As I was enjoying my portion of the LAST PIECE left of this amazing pie (I was sharing with my friend), I couldn't help but go on and on about how great this pie was. What started out as something I just wanted to taste, turned in to something I was going to relish to the last bite! That was until my friend grabbed the pie from my hand and threw it away, into the trash can - pie side down, not plate side down where I could have possibly saved it - right in front of me!
Why the cruelty, you might ask? Because this same friend was trying to keep me accountable. She knows I count calories and, it is true, this pie had more calories to count then I have fingers and toes. So, in the end, she was looking out for my best interested.
But oh, just for those few moments, I was in apple pie euphoria! And surprisingly, an apple pie fan was born!
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