Last July I began a project... to bake 365 pies, all from scratch and all for the sole purpose of getting my man to marry me.
I know...
sounds like something our mothers' might have done. "Impress the boy with your cooking, deary. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."
But I am not my mother.
I have never done anything remotely like my mother.
At least that's how I use to be.
Back in the day.. (as we say) I was not the domestic type.
I never had room in my fridge for food.. pwff; that's for keeping beer cold.
The only meal I ate was usual the "Happy Hour" buffet. I never felt the need to actually cook , why bother.
It was not uncommon for me take off to Chicago or Madison for a punk rock show at the drop of a hat. Maybe be back to work the next day or not.
Being a domestic goddess was never in the game plan.
The boys I hung out with loved it, and we all thought we were having fun.
Fun gets old real quick.
Through the years I started to take care of my house. The trashed out Punker look changed.
I fixed a few spaghetti dinners, scrambled a couple of eggs.
No big whoop. Easy.
I settled down, had a few live-in relationships.
Some were good... most were not.
And through it all.. the thought of marriage never entered my mind.
Free and clear, no kids, no husband.... marriage is NOT necessary.
I am happy.
So why the change of heart?
Well I guess at the ripe old age of "never -you- mind" I finally grew-up.
Don't get me wrong. A woman doesn't need a marriage to be a happy grown up.
I have been a "grown-up" for sometime now. And yes, I am happy with my life.
I garden, I clean, I have nice things in my home.
I still love Punk music, but I don't dress the part anymore, Thank God.
But suddenly I felt the need for what was missing. That one final step to the "normal" life I once hated.
Marriage.
I was hearing myself say things like, "Hi, I'd like to introduce you to my husband."
Or "Gee, we'd love to come to your Bar B.Q, let me just check with my husband and we'll get back with ya."
What's wrong with letting the world know, this is the man I love and we are committed to each other?
Damn it, I'll admit it... I want the that big ol' rock on my finger!
I want to marry the man I am dating and really in love with.
I told him this just a few months into our relationship. and just for the record, he does assure me he loves me, and NO , I do not badger him with the subject.
The guy (having been married before) felt..
No.
No we shouldn't marry.
Well, that's not working for me.
Being a tough Irish broad, I am not giving up that easily.
SO...let's get back to the beginning.
On this fateful evening of July, while discussing dessert plans he tells me...
"I'd love a pie.. can you bake a pie?" hell ya, If you can read a recipe, you can bake, right? To which he then replies.."If you bake me a pie..bake me a pie everyday, 365 pies, I'll marry you".
My jaw dropped.
I started to bake a pie.
Don't believe the lie folks, if you can read a recipe you can bake a pie.
No.
No you can't.
It became more complicated than I anticipated.
I'll be writing more as the days process. As of this early February date .. I am
only on pie #41.
The pie a day plan was a bit harder than I realized.
This is going to be a long long journey.
I wonder.. will marriage even matter to a couple of
90 year old punks?
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