"Would you like apple-caramel with walnuts?" I asked.
"Mmm," my niece said. "Apple, walnut, caramel!"
When I picked up the pies, they were still warm.
"Leave the boxes open to avoid condensation," I was instructed.
They smelled so good! I put them on the bottom shelf of our cupboard---safe from unwanted jostles or unintentional spills. Too safe.
Thanksgiving morning, an hour from home with another three and a half hours of driving to go, my spouse asked, "Did we ever pack the pies?"
Turning around wasn't an option. We stopped at a rest area, and I frantically placed one phone call after another. A friendly grocer answered. "We're open till four. And yes, we have plenty of pies."
We bought three---an apple-walnut, a pumpkin, and a coconut cream.
The food at my niece's was several shades of awesome---who knew turkey could be smoky, moist and wonderful? And there was more than enough dessert to go around. When I explained to her why the promised apple-caramel with walnuts wasn't there, she laughed.
"You're not fooling me. You just wanted to keep it for yourselves!"
I laughed, too. Because, you know. Apple, walnut, caramel. . . Mmmm.
