Once afternoon, after a magnificent birthday party where the kids received helium balloons with a removable stopper, I taught them how to inhale the helium and then speak like a cast member of an Alvin and the Chipmunks made for t.v. movie.
It was fun.
Except, the kids were laughing so hard, they wouldn't actually talk. They'd just say, "Hi." in a really piercing key and all the dogs in the neighborhood would start to howl.
"Guys! Say something else! Say something else!"
In between all of Tee's laughter, all he could think to say was, "I like pie."
Although basically useless information, it does, however, create a nice segue for my cry for help.
Mercy Street is hosting a Neighborhood Pot Luck this Saturday afternoon. Along with the usual hams, potato salads, and jello molds we're hoping the community will bring, there is also a highly anticipated chili cook-off and pie baking competition.
I've got a pretty good chili recipe but I'm out on pie recipes. Olivia has been talking smack all week about her coconut cream pie and how it's going to knock it out of the park. Humility is a gift we're still unwrapping.
I've tried to show her I'm not scared but I am. I am scared. It's a really great pie and, although I love her and want the very best for her, I just don't know if I can live in a house where my own child beats me at my own game. With my own recipe.
I need help, people - big help and I knew I could come to you in my hour of bakery need.
Which one of you out there would like to loan me a recipe so I can put that little 9 year old to shame? I mean, so I can be used by the Lord as a tool to sanctify her? Who's got the mother of all pie recipes, capable of winning community potlucks, and at the same time, has access to it instead of it being locked in a safety deposit box in your grandmother's hometown?
When, I mean if, I win, I'll be sure to give you credit - unless, of course I'm swept up in the moment of receiving my trophy like Sadie was at her end of the year soccer party.