Mother Expresses Shock As Family Bores Of Her 47th Apple Pie
(For the holidays, my mother always makes an apple pie from her grandmother’s recipe. It’s a completely lovely pie, but she’s made the same one every year for Thanksgiving and Christmas since long before I was born. One Christmas, my brother and I decide to get on her case and tease her about it, asking why she never makes any other variation.)
Brother: “You know, you could mix it up a little, and make something different for once.”
Mom: *sassy* “Oh, like what?”
Me: “I don’t know; try a different fruit. How about blueberry?”
Mom: “No one likes blueberry pie!” *meaning she doesn’t like it, therefore no one does*
Me: “Um, [Brother] does…”
Mom: “Oh, please…” *turns to the rest of the family gathered in the living room, not paying attention to our conversation* “Who here likes blueberry pie?”
(Everyone reacted positively, raising hands or shouting, “Me!” or, “I do!’ My elderly, schizophrenic uncle turned around in his chair and started to shakily struggle to stand up, wondrously crying out, “There’s blueberry pie?!” My brother and I cracked up as my mother rushed to stop my uncle from standing. She had to explain to him that there was no pie but apple, and promised to make him one next time. That moment was the most alert my uncle had been in years, and sadly, my mother never followed through on her promise to make him his pie.)