When I first saw this photograph I was certain I couldn’t come up with anything. Then, my husband and I made a fresh cherry pie.
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I have always been of the belief that we must choose our decadent moments gracefully.
For instance, it’s Sunday afternoon. Our daughter, Cici, and her husband are over for supper. I ‘ve hurried Cici into the kitchen to help me with some finishing touches.
“Cici would you make a chocolate dipping sauce for the strawberries?” I ask?
“Sure thing, Mom. Where’s the chocolate?”
I open the spice cabinet and point my cherry pie dipped finger in the direction of the top shelf.
Cherry pie. I smile. Chad, my husband, loves cherry pie. Chad always likes his pie plain. I like my pie with a thick layer of Cool Whip. My daughter likes strawberries dipped in chocolate.
A few moments later I hear Cici cursing under her breath. “Oh Mom! Look at the mess I’ve made trying to microwave the chocolate!”
“That’s lovely, Cici! Just bring that on over to the table,” I say. “We’ll crisp it over the berries and the pie and top it all with this Extra Creamy Cool Whip I’ve been wanting to try.”