Oh God Bless My Mom !

From time to time, I would like to share stories involving my mom. I tell you, whenever there's something involving her, it's always with a bit of comic relief.

Now, I want to remind you that my mom was and is very good in the kitchen. For the record, she makes a good apple pie - except for one day earlier this year, or was it last year? We try to forget that day, save for the fact that during get together and parties, this story always comes to the surface like a bad case of reflux disease; however, it's always good for a laugh.

I don't know how it happened that one day mom decided to change the size of her units of measurement, but if it's going to happen, it will happen to her. She was having company for dinner that evening, so she decided to make her apple pie for dessert. By dinner time, one could smell the wonderful aromas of foods that were about to be eaten and the wonderful smells of cinnamon rolling out of the kitchen, the wonderful strong smells of cinnamon. Dinner was delightful and tasty. Soon after, it was time for dessert and out came the apple pie. It looked very nice until we cut into it and presented the first piece to her guests. One didn't know if it was suppose to be an apple pie or cinnamon pie. When asked how much cinnamon she put in, she calmly explained that it called for 2 cups of cinnamon. Oh my god, this pie was dead on arrival! It was so solid and hard and everything was sort of glued together like tar clumps. The taste, well just go to your pantry and grab yourself a nice teaspoon of cinnamon and stick that in your mouth. Mm mm, doesn't that taste good? Do they even make cinnamon containers that big? Apparently, mom had misread the cinnamon requirements and she should have read 2 tablespoons. Seriously, she does make a nice apple pie on a normal day. Oh god bless her. There's more to come, but that's for another day and another story. (apple photo from www.freedigitalphotos.net)