… but not in a good way.
He sucker-punched me a little bit, but that was all, lucky for me.
I had decided to go into the Easter festivities avoiding sugar – to stay true to the plan. And I was good until I spotted what my Mom made for the dessert: it was The Pie.
The Pie. Words can barely describe it.
It shows up once every couple of years and let me tell ya, it’s a thing of beauty. A flaky crust that holds a very light, delicate sweet cream cheese base upon which are perched a few dozen large, whole, fresh strawberries. Take all that and top with a drizzle of chocolate. It may not sound like much, but oh my – my mouth is watering just describing it. If we hadn’t inhaled it so quickly, I would have taken a picture to give you a better idea of The Pie. But WHOOSH! it was gone in a heartbeat.
And – yes – I had a piece. How could I not? If nothing else, not having a slice would have been an insult to the cook, right?
But – the upside – I avoided all the candy, and didn’t have any other dessert. So, the damage? One slice of The Pie. I’ll consider that a victory. Of sorts, at least.
And – like someone wise told me (I’ve mentioned in previous posts all my smarter-than-me friends before, right?), that’s what sweets should be: treats that are truly appreciated and savored, not just something shoved into your mouth for no good reason.
And that’s what this was. Something special. And MAN did I enjoy every bite! (I mostly stopped myself from licking the plate clean)