This past Monday I proudly proclaimed, “I am taking the weekend off!” As I sit here, a week later, I have a grateful heart. No, I did not take the weekend off; I happily baked pies for my friends and family.
The weekend off was strategically planned around a trip to Northwest Arkansas for a dear friend’s baby shower Sunday afternoon. A few emails later it morphed into a pie baking frenzy and delivery weekend extravaganza starting in Little Rock early Saturday morning and ending with the last delivery in Fayetteville late Sunday evening with pie drops every-which-way in between!
A sweet customer emailed last week asking me to arrange a secret pie delivery — to one of my sisters! Let me tell you a secret: I am the worst at keeping secrets! My sister’s friend would be visiting Little Rock and wanted to take one of my pies back home to my sister in Northwest Arkansas. How sweet is that?!? There was only one catch: it was to be a secret! EEEEEP! In addition to the secret, I had a covert ops mission: find out my sister’s favorite pie. Geez! A secret and an interrogation? Trying to keep it inside I was just sure I would accidentally blab to someone. This would be a great surprise for my sister though so I knew I had to find a way to accomplish her friend’s request.
Without delay the (texting) interrogation began! Of course, I couldn’t be caught acting suspicious; I was, after all, deep undercover on my secret mission. Luckily my sisters are extremely understanding and tolerate my random pie related texts:
Do you like thick crust or thin crust?
Do you like your apples soft or toothsome?
How do you feel about granulated sugar verses turbinado sugar sprinkled on the crust?
Tell me your favorite apple.
In all seriousness, this was pretty much a daily occurrence. On Wednesday I asked, “Tell me your favorite pie.” Her response was, “I like them all.” What?! That was not helpful in the slightest. Was she purposefully being evasive? I tried another tactic and asked, “What is your husband’s favorite pie?”
My excellent interrogation skills paid off. I was immediately rewarded with a successful extraction of the necessary information. My honey pecan pie was the winner! Just as importantly, I am pleased to report the secret was not accidentally blabbed. My mission was successful and my sister is now happily nibbling her honey pecan pie.
Once word spread to my Fayetteville friends that I would be making a trip “up north” to see them, the pie orders flooded in. I was blessed with an extremely busy weekend of pie baking and left Little Rock Sunday morning with pies filling the back of my car. Getting back to Little Rock around midnight last night I found myself giving thanks for the ability to wake up early this morning, preheat the oven, start a pot of coffee, and begin the process all over again.