The Christmas Pie

                My grandma was the most wonderful baker and made desserts for every holiday.  It was the perfect excuse for something sweet.  Every one of her decadent desserts was spectacular.  Her pies and cheesecake were my absolute favorite.  Completely appealing to the taste buds.  Every bite was scrumptious, leaving you wanting more.  Our family looked forward to it each year. 

            One Christmas, about 10 years ago, my father decided to host Christmas at his house.  Inviting us over, figuring it would be easier for his parents because grandma was in her 80’s with Alzheimer’s.  Her memory was not like it used to be.

We had dinner and were looking forward to the best part, pie.  It had a homemade crust with decorated design.  She said it was pumpkin pie and had whip cream for topping.  Grandma knew it was dad’s favorite and mine.  Right after our meal, we rushed to have a piece. 

            Three of us grabbed a piece and scooped it high with whip cream.  Sitting down, Grandma watched in anticipation.  We each took a bite.  Our faces changed as we gazed upon one another and tried to keep smiling. 

She asked, “Well? Do you like it?” 

I don’t think any of us knew what to say. 

I replied, “Yes, we love it.”  

Speaking up for the others.  Not wanting to hurt her feelings.

She said, “Good, I was nervous.” 

Lifting the fork, I took another bite hesitantly.  I tried to figure out what it was I was tasting? Minced meat and pumpkin, gross!  What was the third flavor? I rolled it around on my tongue, sweet potatoes.  What a mixture.

Then I said, “Come on guys.  Eat up.” 

Grandma was smiling from ear to ear.  She must have forgotten which kind of pie she was making and mixed all three! You couldn’t imagine the taste.

The biggest problem, she sat there and watched until it was all gone. None of us could escape the punishment. That beautiful pie quickly made my tummy sick. It took forever to eat it. My stomach making noises as it hit bottom. Finally, I managed to take the last bite.

            Grandma said, “I’m so glad you liked it.  Would you all like another piece?” 

She was proud. 

            All of us uttered, “Oh no.  We are full,” in the quickest response ever. 

I couldn’t fathom another piece of this trifold pie. Grandma and grandpa left early and when they did, the rest was tossed.  We sat around and talked about it for a while.   To this day, we still, laugh about the year of the Christmas pie.  Grandma has since passed away but her love and memories are embedded in my heart forever.  

Published by Brenda Tschetter

I love to write inspirational and spiritual pieces that are full of encouragement and engaging. I write about real life events filled with emotion. I want to help and encourage all those who are struggling and in pain, who are suicidal, and fill them with hope. The good news. I love to cook and have a healthy cookbook available as well.

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