Fifty-Two Pies

I love a well-stocked pantry.  It makes me feel good to can and freeze food so that I can pull out good, wholesome “fast food” to serve at a moment’s notice.  My husband, Bud loves pie.  One summer, we had a bumper crop of butternut squash, so I reasoned it would be a great idea to make some of these up into pies and freeze them.  I rolled enough piecrust to build a driveway, prepared large kettles of pie filling, and kept my oven going till I had fifty-two beautiful butternut pies ready for the freezer.  My kitchen looked like a bomb had gone off, but I was so proud of those pies as I wrapped them and stacked them in the freezer, anticipating the pleasure of pulling out a pie from time to time to enjoy after a good meal with family and friends, along with a good story.

It didn’t exactly work out as I planned. I hadn’t taken Bud’s love of pie into consideration but I did get a good story out of the deal.  Bud was delighted with “his” pies.  All the food at our house undergoes an immediate conversion the minute it is cooked and becomes “his” as in, “Is there any more of my apple pie?”  I wouldn’t dream of making a dessert to take to work without making an identical one for home.  I don’t know if he would be more hurt if I “ran around” or “cooked around” on him.  He still hasn’t forgiven me for giving away a strawberry-rhubarb pie over twenty years ago and still brings it up regularly.

Anyway, Bud and I had pie after dinner that night.  It was delicious.  He finished the pie off the next day after lunch.  When he went to get “his” pie after dinner that night and found the pies all frozen, he was horrified.  I explained to him, again, that I made them to freeze and serve over the next few months.  Apparently, my first explanation had gone straight over his head, like so much of my mindless babbling.  (We’ve been married forty-seven years.  That’s how it works.)  Frozen, in relationship to food he was planning to eat right then, is the F word at our house.  We try to avoid it.

Heartbroken and betrayed, he self-righteously pulled a pie from freezer and left it on the counter to thaw overnight.  He consoled himself with butternut squash pie for breakfast the next morning, adding it to his new breakfast menu.  That was just the start.  Unless there was another dessert on the menu, you can bet Bud had butternut squash pie, sequentially going through that mountain of pies in less than three months.  When I had the satisfaction of eating the last, lonely piece of the final pie, Bud spoke what were very nearly his last words, “You ate my pie!”

35 thoughts on “Fifty-Two Pies

    • Well I have a refrigerator in the house, a second one(given to me) and a big stand freezer in the garage. I have a pantry that is about 4 x 8. I don’t know why the original owners built it so big, but it is nice.


  1. Man, I’m with Bud on this one! I’m not a “baker of pies” (or any other baked goods!), so when there’s a pie in OUR HOUSE, you’d best not be giving it away (RHUBARB or any other kind of pie!!!) 🙂


  2. Thanks for following my blog. We just returned from rural Illinois, where I grew up and my daughter now lives with her family. I miss the family farm in nearby Indiana, and the long summers I spent there. Your stories are certainly evocative of those days.


    • You must make a mean chocolate pie. Have you ever added peanut butter to the hot pudding? It will make you hurt yourself. What do you do with all those pies? I hope you have the help of a expert pie eater. I am so glad you are enjoying my stores. Can I recommend “Mixed Nuts”, “I Wish They’d Had ADD When I Was a Kid” and “Cookie and Uncle Riley?” I had so much writing those. I am currently writing “Rubberneck” with the intention of posting it tonight, but think you’d enjoy if you’d already met “Cookie and Uncle Riley.” Like all of my stories they are real stories of my relatives too crazy to be fiction. I laughed the whole time I wrote both of them.


  3. Tania Tome M de Castro says:

    I loved the story of Bud and his pies…. Very nice story. I have similar stories that come from my 30 years of marriage. Althought I do not do pies … It is very difficult! How you do the pies? I do not know how to make a pie mass.

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