Let them eat cake. — Marie Antoinette
Let them eat pie. — The Sticky Egg
I have never been a fan of cake.
For my birthday, I prefer pie. Fruit pie. (Lemon pie, to be picky and specific.) Sometimes I get one; often I don’t.
But then again, I don’t have a pie fairy like Willis Welch.
For the past 35 years, Willis has received a pecan pie at his Columbus, Ohio door every Christmas. From whom he can not say, even after all this time.
This year’s pastry was accompanied by a note announcing the pie fairy’s retirement saying, “I am a little too fat to fly anymore.”
While I’m sad this particular pie maker is grounded, I am inspired by his tradition. We need more pie fairies in the world! At birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, sick beds — you name it! Life needs more pie in it.
Will you be my pie fairy?
Stray thought
Isn’t it funny how our brains work?
But instead of making me hungry, they made me think of a book I read a hundred years ago — The Ivory Cane by Janet Dailey. It was one of my mom’s romance novels, but the story sticks with me to this day.
The heroine Sabrina was an artist, blinded in her 20′s in a car accident. When she frosted a cake, she had to run her fingers along the icing to see if it was completely covered. Her family called her creations “fingerprint cakes.”
Of course, she still got the guy. (It was a Harlequin romance.)
My brain conjured all that up from the sight of a wispy cloud. But I still don’t much like cake.
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