Wednesday, October 7, 2009

"Woo"ed by pie!

A few days ago...I received a most wonderful surprise! Heidi had made me a pie! And not just any pie. A very large pie. A deep-dish, home-made hot apple pie! It was beautiful!

Pie. Mmmmm. Boy, do I love pie!

Coconut Cream Pie: A filling made with nectar, drawn from the islands of paradise!

Banana Cream Pie: A very appealing treat. - Ap"peal"ing...get it? Peal. Banana. Ha! I crack me up.

Lemon Meringue Pie: A tarty sweetness, to confuse the taste buds, but satisfy soul!

Hot Apple Pie: A comfort food with no equal on earth...and probably Heaven - but, we don't for sure.

I simply love pie! I even drool when I see a pie chart...In fact, I've made a pie chart about my love of pies!

But this particular pie...was something special. It was more than a pie. It was, maybe, the fulfilling of a prophecy. Let me explain.

Flashback 10 years. Heidi and I had once again crossed paths (see A Living Fairytale...), and this time...Heidi was the one in full "wooing" mode.

Woo v.
1. To seek the favor, affection, or love of, esp. with a view to marriage.
2. To seek to persuade (a person, group, etc.), as to do something.
3. To seek the affection of with the intent to romance.
4. To tempt or invite.

"To woo" is to launch a sustained tugging at the heart strings of another, in order to gain affection.

Heidi was preparing a concentrated assault on my heart. And she had done her homework.

There was a wise oracle of the past, who once said, "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

I will attest to that truth, because it certainly applies to me and my love of pies...unless, of course, I read that quote in a medical text book. In that case, it's simply a physical reality. But, after sitting here pondering the placement of my heart and stomach...I'm leaning towards "figure of speech". Except when it comes to potato chips. I think those really do go right to your heart, while clogging every artery on the way.

Now Heidi, apparently, knew the connection between heart and stomach very well. Whether she knew it was a "figure of speech" or not...I'm not sure, but she had my heart lined up in her cross hairs and had pie as her ammunition.

She had found my weakness and attacked it with a Ninja-like efficiency. The assault was fast and furious. I didn't see it coming. One minute we were just kinda catching up and the next minute...I was kissing the Bride.

The middle is just a blur. What I do remember is eating pie...lots of pie. And not the boxed pies. These were real, made from scratch, oven baked, home-made pies! The kind that, while still in the oven, emits that warm, inviting smell! The way to a man's heart may be through his nose as well.

Come to think of it, I actually do remember one key moment. It was the time that Heidi took The Woo to the next level...which she really didn't need to do. I mean, my heart was pretty much defeated at the time.  Everything, but the left ventricle, was already in her hands, and it was only a matter of time before that fell before her, as well.

But...Heidi isn't one to sit back and wait.

I remember, I had just stuffed another piece of pie in my mouth when she looked at me, with such a loving smile and asked, "Do you like the pie?" "MmmHmm", I mumbled. She knew she had me, but just to be sure...she brought in the heavy artillery - The Promise - to seal the deal.

She waited until my mouth was full again, and I had another piece of pie locked and loaded on my fork. Then she said, "When we're married...I'll make you LOTS of pie!" "MmmHmm", I mumbled. This time I had a smile so big that I was drooling banana cream all down my chin.

I had hit the jackpot! Not only had I dreamed of marrying this girl for years, but I was going to have pie...lots of pie! I couldn't wait to get married...and eat pie!

Heidi and I just celebrated our 9th wedding anniversary...and my 3rd pie. That's right. Nine years. Three pies.
Before we were married, she also promised me big Saturday morning breakfasts. Eggs, sausages, bacon, toast, pancakes...the works. I don't remember the last time I woke up on the weekend and had something to eat, other than Lucky Charms.

It was all about The Woo...and I fell for it. Another heart conquered by way of the stomach. Beware The Woo!

Oh well. At least it's a big pie...because I've got a feeling I'm going to have to make it last a while.

Have a good one,

1 comment:

  1. Hey... when is Heidi having a "Learn to bake pie from scratch" girls night in??? My husband likes pie, too! Sign me Up!!


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