Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Someone's Mincemeat

Today was one of our office Christmas parties. I volunteered to bring a dessert. I planned on baking a pie, but between the Lazy Chicken and the boys, it just never happened. Chad came to the rescue offering to drive over to Von's first thing in the morning to pick up a fresh-baked pie.

Side note: I briefly thought of using a creme brulee torch to singe the edges of the store bought pie to make it appear "homemade" but then realized I don't own a creme brulee torch.  Bummer.

True to his word, Chad dragged himself out of bed this morning. "What kind of pie do you want me to get?"

"First choice is berry, but if they don't have that, then go for apple or pumpkin." Chad left as I continued to get ready for work, secure in the knowledge that he'd be arriving with the pie just in time for me to depart. Ten minutes later he showed up, bag in hand.

"What kind did you end up getting?"

"Mincemeat," he declared proudly.

"Mincemeat? Like, mincemeat?"

"Yeah. They were giving out free samples and I tried some. It's great!"

"Mincemeat?!"

"The guy at the bakery said it's a holiday favorite. I hope you have leftovers tonight. I really want a full slice."

"You got me a mincemeat pie for the potluck." Sighing, I gave him a hug and left.

Needless to say, Chad is going to get a piece of pie for dessert tonight. In fact, he's going to be able to eat the whole pie if he so wishes. Not a single slice was taken.

On a good note, they'll probably just ask me to bring sodas next time we have a potluck.

3 comments:

Carole said...

Have you not learned that you don't send a husband to the store early in the morning or late at night. Not only that never send them to pick up something that is important to you. Note: pantyhose, tolietries and desserts.

Anonymous said...

Didn't something like this happen to you before? This post had me cracking up!

Anonymous said...

Mary, this type of thing happens to me all the time. :D