After spending several hours making probably the world’s best peach and custard pie, I dropped it on my (bare) foot taking it out of the oven. Serious burns anyone?!
Should I mention that I haven’t made a pie in a VERY LONG time ? Should I mention that pie is EVERYTHING to a French Canadian like my husband?
Husband is in pie-saving mode while I’m scrambling for ice to treat what I’m convinced are 3rd degree burns.
While in recuperating mode, I knock over my ‘medicinal’ martini. Shattered glass and contents explode around the room. I invent some new swear words.
Now I’m sitting quietly – without a medicinal drink – icing my foot.
Not a typical Saturday.