A funny thing happened on the way to writing this post. I baked a cherry pie. Ok, so that is all up to debate. I busily prepped dinner with Joe as acting kitchen grunt. I told him to get the pie dough out of the fridge. Yes, the fridge. I buy it in a box most of the time. After the bring to room temperature that worked out badly and the piecing it together in the pie plate, with boy child fixing it, I dumped the single can of cherry pie filling in and told Joe to put it in the oven. So, whether I made the pie or not was debatable and my kids love to debate.
I sang out “can she bake a cherry pie, Josie boy, Josie boy? Can she bake a cherry pie charming Josie?” as I served it. Then the recap and debate. Then mutterings about how I MAY be able to bake a cherry pie but I certainly can’t serve it. I replied with a “why do I cook for you ungrateful wretches?” and a smile.
Happy Belated Mother’s Day everyone. We had the Lemon Cheese Cake for dessert last night. Or at least some of us did.