A Slice of Cherry Pie

23 Feb

Cherry pie

Cherry pie (Photo credit: Nat Tarbox)

I am so happy to be indoors on this cold day.  There is an icy rain pounding against the window, the sound lulling me into a comforting sense of well-being.  I’m in my house, dry, cozy, braless, and warm.

Its Saturday, and even though I am retired, Saturday and Sunday allow me to do nothing without guilt inserting itself into my joy of occasionally doing nothing. That’s right nothing, nothing at all.  No chores, no exercise, no company, no visiting, no stores, no, not even answering the phone.  Its Saturday and I’ll only do what I feel like doing.  Which brings me to my slice of Cherry Pie.

We are nearing the end of President’s Week.  Abe and George no longer get their individual acknowledgements.  I think that’s a shame, but it is what it is.  Hence we have President’s week, which is marked with sales.  All kinds of sales, appliances, televisions, furniture, computers, every conceivable necessary, non-necessity, of the American Way of Life.  But I’m not going shopping today, it’s a rainy Saturday.

One other thing that marks President’s Week is Cherry Pie.  George Washington is the reason we eat Cherry Pie,  particularly this week.  For those who don’t recall, George was only a young boy when he chopped down that cherry tree.  When asked about it he replied, “I cannot tell a lie.  I chopped down the cherry tree.”  No wonder he became our first President.  What integrity!

I don’t know if that is historically correct, but it was a story that was told to every child when studying about the Father of our Country.  I wonder if that account is still in the elementary school history books?  But I digress.

Despite the fact that my scale warned that I was a half pound up this morning, I kept to the happy ritual of treating myself well on a cozy, stay in the house day.  I got up off the couch, marched into the kitchen and cut a tasty, tart, slice of Cherry Pie.  The pastry shell was just flaky enough, the Cherries not too mushy, there was the exact right amount of syrup, cooked to the perfect consistency allowing it to only ooze not run out of the pie wedge.  It pleased most of my senses, visual, scent, and especially taste, This and a hot cup of coffee, whose got it better than me?

Thanks George for chopping down that Cherry Tree.

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