When I was a little girl, whenever I had to go through something really difficult, my mom would let me pick whatever I wanted for dessert. Because we didn’t typically have dessert in our house, this was a BIG. DEAL. I used to look forward to my hand-picked dessert selection all week and that made the difficult event just a little more bearable (or at least the days leading up to it).
On a recent Monday, a friend of mine was facing finalization of her divorce, and we had decided to make her and some other friends dinner following her court hearing. The week before, I told her she could pick whatever she wanted for dessert (me: pat myself on back for thoughtful idea). She very excitedly and without hesitation said, “apple pie!” (me: break out in cold sweat because there is no way I can bake an entire pie on a work day). Oh well, the girl wants pie, so I’m gonna make pie happen.
