Pie Fight

Gary and I have been trying to master the art of making pies.

Our first pie was the Strawberry Cheesecake pie. Relatively easy.

Then  we moved on to fruit pies. In order, Blueberry:

Apple

Not pictured: Cherry. I think we were too intent on cooing and eating it.

Peach:

Bumbleberry (Peach, blueberry and raspberry):

and Pecan:

See how Gary is smiling in those last two photos? That's because the pies are finished. Believe me, there were no smiles while these pies were being made. Each pie provoked an epic fight. The tears are baked right in. You can taste the hatred!

It seems we've been fighting every weekend, and it started when we embarked on the pie project. However, the last two weekends there have been no pies, but still, we find something to fight over.

The pie fights were straightforward. Any creative endeavor in this house just can't be split between two people without one person being the boss and the other being belittled. Then after we split the duties between Pastry Cutting Boss (Gary) and Rolling Boss (me), there were fewer fights.

This past two weeks we have fought about a) NOT making pie and b) NOT doing anything at all. Gary wants to continue relaxing on the weekends and I am so bored, people, I think that's why we've been fighting, just out of sheer boredom.

When I consider retirement it looms before me like a long, long weekend. I need to get this resolved in the next few months.

Comments

[~~Silk]

I introduced my son-in-law to geocaching, and now Daughter complains that he is obsessed with it. Gary might like it, too. Does he like treasure hunts? It can kick off some travel opportunities (there are geocaches all over the world), and you can either go along on the hunts (drive while he navigates - oops - opportunity for argument) or revel in his absence when he's off solving an especially interesting puzzle. I'm willing to bet that there are at least ten caches within a mile radius of your house. There are also opportunities for socializing with other geocachers, but that part is optional.

[allison]

Your pies are gorgeous, baked-in marital strife and all. I am stuck in one of those tiresome periods (usually short-lived, thankfully), where my husband's very voice fills me with rage and disgust - I hasten to add that he is a lovely fellow and a near-flawless spouse, and I am just a terrible, terrible person. So thank-you for this. Really.

[Zayrina]

Santa was off work for weeks after his pacemaker surgery. He could not do much so I had to do chores he normaly did, plus my chores plus my job. We didn't fight much really but I was ready to beg his cardiologist to let him return to work.

You need to learn to just get out and go without him. It will prepare you for widowhood when you finally snap and kill him.

[Hattie]

My husband is quiet and handy. Bless him.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xj1LFYSO2Kw

[~~Silk]

(Whispering - couldn't help but laugh out loud at Zayrina's last sentence.)

[Thequeen]

~~Silk - you know, for some reason yesterday he woke up and did about twenty things. He was just full of energy. We didn't fight this weekend, either. The geocaching does sound interesting. There are some caches about a mile from us. I imagine they're on the trail by the river.
Alison -it is just a phase, and thank you for the reminder. Gary claims he never has those periods of hatred for me. He is a better man than I.
Zayrina- like I said to ~~Silk, yesterday he did twenty things, and ten of them were for my benefit. And the last one was to cook me a steak dinner. That steak covered a lot of sins. I will let him live.
Hattie- buts does he cook you steak? Right now I feel like I have the best husband ever. I'm high on steak fat.
~~Silk - I laughed too. Because it's true.