Since today is National Pie Day I thought I would share an excerpt from the new book coming out later this year, Football Flyboy.
While I was growing up, there was always a pie or cake with every meal. Dad knew that dessert was the most important delicacy that life could offer. He raised me with this one fundamental philosophy that he communicated at every meal: “Don’t eat so much dinner that you don’t have room for dessert.” All children got dessert, and no one cared about the sugar rush because we were sent outside to play and burn it off.
The four girls all married, but they continued to gather for meals and dessert at Grandma’s house. Grandma bustled around, the girls helped cook, and the men sat in the carport smoking and talking, waiting for the meal to be ready.
Ruby married a weird duck named Wade. He was quite skinny and never talked much. The one occasion he did decide to speak, ended with Ruby laughing so hard that tears rolled down her cheeks—taking several Kleenex to contain.
There was delicious chocolate pie served that night, which everyone had devoured; but for one-piece leftover. Later that night, Dad went into the kitchen. His heart’s desire was on that last piece of pie. As he retrieved it from the cupboard he announced, “Well, there is one lonely piece of pie left. Would anyone else like it?” To that, skinny and quiet Wade answered, “Umm, why yes, I believe I would.”
To Ruby, this was almost as good as Dad getting backhanded for the biscuits remark. She yelled at the top of her lungs, “Bud wanted the last piece of pie, but old Wade took it from him!” Wade never did understand why everyone was laughing.