Pie disaster

[pegkerr]

Delia, my skilled little baker, made a homemade apple pie today from scratch. She went up to take a shower, and so she asked Rob to put foil around the edge of the crust in fifteen minutes. I didn't know that she had done that, so I went down to check the pie about fifteen minutes later myself. My jaw dropped when I pulled it out. There was foil halfway over the top, but the entire top crust was gone.

Rob, apparently, in the act of taking the pie out of the oven, caught the pie on the oven door handle and flipped it. He flipped it back, but the top crust was so shredded that he discarded it. It looks awful and there are probably bits of pie burning in the oven as I write this. Delia was in tears at first, but I told her it would be a funny story in years to come.

"How could you absolutely destroy a pie in the act of taking it out of the oven?" I asked Rob, mystified.

"I was asleep," he defended himself. "And I'm sure it will taste fine."

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[lavendersleeves.livejournal.com]

On my mom's birthday, she made and frosted her own cake. Then my dad came home, saw that it wasn't frosted, and put a different frosting on.

When all accounts were compared, we realized that our dog (a yellow lab) had come in, licked all the frosting off the cake, and then left the cake itself in the pan.

And then we ate it anyway.