Sunday, August 10, 2014

Pie #9 - An Ode to Mothers-in-Law

Jokes about mothers-in-law abound, but you won't find any here, because frankly, I have the very best one.

Her name is Anne and I am so grateful to have her in my life. She loves me like the third daughter she never had, and I have to say, I sort of like her, too. 

So, let's raise a pie to mothers-in-law...those lovely souls who take us in and tolerate us because we married one of their children. If you're lucky and you win the mother-in-law lottery, they just might come to be as treasured as a second mother. (Color me lucky.)

Anne - with Hubbard Avenue Diner's Blackberry Sour Cream Pie

P.S. Oh, yes, I'd forgotten. 

Actually, there is sort of a running joke in the family about Anne. Stay a weekend with her and you'll discover when you step on the scale back home, you've added a few pounds, thanks to her delicious cooking! (No fake butter here, people.)

Just this morning for breakfast she fed me two eggs, three sausage links, a mound of hash browns, and two pieces of toast. As I waddled away from the table a little later, I suggested my day might be better spent chopping a cord of wood rather than plunking down in front of a computer.

We've learned to just wait a few days before climbing on the scale. 

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