Because today is Pi Day, our Sunday Scribblings prompt for this week is Pie. If you decide to write a post based on this week’s prompt, be sure to go back here and share your link so everyone can see how you interpreted things! Here’s what I did with it…
I know there’s a difference between “pie,” a delicious baked good, and “pi,” a mathematical constant. But how many people really want to write about pi? I mean, outside of those who do maths. So I’ve gone with pie as our prompt this week because… well… pie is awesome and I’m fairly certain more people have stories about pie than they do about pi. Make sense? Good…
I don’t really have much of a sweet tooth. So a lot of those typical desserts out there just don’t appeal to me. I find a lot of cakes and cookies to just be too sweet for some reason. And I flat out don’t like chocolate, so that eliminates brownies and hot fudge sundaes. But a pie is generally in my wheelhouse.
That’s because a lot of your usual pies are based around some kind of fruit. I know that’s an oversimplification because there are so many types of pie that have no fruit at all. Pecan pie, chocolate pie, peanut butter pie all come to mind. But then you’ve got apple, cherry, banana cream, key lime, pumpkin, coconut cream…
Personally, I prefer a good key lime pie more often than not. In the fall, I’m a big fan of the pumpkin pie with a large dollop of whipped cream on top. When I was a kid, I remember my grandmother making a frozen lemonade pie that was kind of amazing.
I mentioned not liking chocolate, and that’s pretty much true. I’ll eat chocolate on a rare occasion, but I don’t usually enjoy the experience. One thing I won’t touch, however, is peanut butter. I absolutely loathe peanut butter. There are no memories in my youth of ever liking peanut butter. My parents’ theory was always that when I tried it as a toddler I didn’t like the way it stuck to the roof of my mouth, so I associated that with just hating the stuff. Whatever the case, my hatred of peanut butter has evolved to the point where even the smell is nearly enough to make me gag. If someone near me is eating a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, I have to leave the room because I can’t handle catching a whiff of their breath.
Why do I bring this up? Because it closely ties into my most vivid memory of pie. When I was younger, my parents and my aunts and uncles would gather us all together at my grandparents’ house. My sister and I would spend time watching TV or playing with our cousins while the grown-ups played cards in the kitchen and dining room. This, of course, was after a delicious meal prepared by my grandmother. Once the adults were ready to take a break from their card games, it was time for dessert.
On one of these occasions, when it was time to dish out the desserts, my mother called me into the kitchen. She wanted me to try out a pie that my grandmother had made. I didn’t recognize the pie or its light brown/beige color. Of course, I asked Mom what kind of pie it was. “Just try one bite, you might like it.” Well, okay, of course… I trust my mother… So I accepted the fork she was holding into my mouth.
I may not have recognized the pie on sight and, for some reason, detected no distinct odor from the small piece on the fork, but there was no disguising the flavor of peanut butter as soon as it hit my tongue. I had never run from the kitchen to the bathroom in my grandparents’ home so fast in all my life. You’re free to assume what I did from there.
When I emerged, I’m pretty sure my mom was laughing. Like it was a funny prank. My grandmother was not happy with her, knowing I didn’t like peanut butter. I don’t remember the reactions of the other adults. Even Dad’s reaction. And maybe my memory of Mom laughing is wrong… though I’m not sure. But I will say this, whenever my mother jokingly asks if I trust her, I just have to say three little words: Peanut. Butter. Pie.
Thanks to everyone who participated this week and shared your links! Please visit their blogs, give them a follow, and take a look at how they interpreted the prompt.
Be sure to come back on Wednesday for the next Sunday Scribblings prompt! Encourage other bloggers to challenge themselves with the prompt! Remember that there are no rules for what you write, other than responding to the prompt! You can write fiction, non-fiction, poetry, prose, biography, instruction… it’s all up to you!
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oh, that’s not nice! My favorite is blackberry, raspberry, loganberry, peach or any combination of those warm with whipped cream on top. Second is lemon meringue.
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I never knew you could be traumatized by peanut butter, hahaha!
The fact that you loathe a mere whiff of a mostly artificial product containing pretty small amounts of peanut butter is wild to me. But hey! To each their own.
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Aw Aaron. This was a fun read, I’m sorry that happened! I have a huge sweet tooth and I’m a baker. Although even I don’t know how I’d feel about a peanut butter pie…
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This recipe is saved! Can’t wait!
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