My Oh My What a Nice Slice of Pie (standard:humor, 907 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Aug 15 2022	Views/Reads: 704/433	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
My greatest delight is serving God in such a way that pleases him.

Whenever things go better than you can imagine, it is always a red flag
to pay attention because something is wrong. I don't always catch it, 
and I have paid the price. 

One day this past week, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and our
daughters and granddaughters planned a girl's day. I always enjoy that 
day because I am left on my own, which doesn't happen often. 

As my wife left the building, she asked, “Are you okay with getting your
own lunch today?” 

It's questions like that that I love. So, I shouted back to her, “I'm
okay with that. Have a fun day and a long day.” 

I was working on some projects in my office, but all I could think about
was “lunch.” I don't often take care of my lunch, but when it does 
happen, I enjoy it. I kept looking at my watch impatiently, waiting for 
lunchtime to come. 

Finally, the hour arrived, and I went to the kitchen to make my own
lunch. I was whistling as I left my office and headed for the kitchen. 
I got to the refrigerator, and just as I was about to open the door, 
something caught my eye. 

Looking around at the table in the kitchen, I saw something there that
was amazing. It was one of The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage's 
homemade raisin pie. It's been a long time since she made raisin pie, 
and as I looked at it it was truly with desire. 

Looking at it, I promised myself that it would be my lunchtime dessert.
Then, very quickly, I got some lunch together, consumed it, and went 
back to the raisin pie. 

I looked at it, smelled it, and it was amazingly delicious aroma. So I
got a knife out of the drawer, went to the pie, and cut a slice for my 
consumption. Yummy. 

I took it into the living room and sat on my easy chair so I could
maximize my enjoyment of that pie. I would take a bite and then a sip 
of coffee. My eyes rolled in great delight as I enjoyed this pie. I 
can't remember the last time I had any raisin pie. It was as delicious 
as I remembered. 

Don't let this get back to my wife, but it was the most wonderful lunch
I've had in a long time. That raisin pie did the trick. As I sat there 
sipping some coffee, I was thinking about that raisin pie. Then, an 
idea came into my mind that I hadn't thought about before. 

What would this raisin pie be like if there was a scoop of ice cream on
the top? I couldn't get that out of my mind. 

I remember my father used to say that his favorite pie was the one he
was eating at the time. 

Reflecting about it the thought came to my mind that my favorite pie is
the one I'm eating with a scoop of ice cream on the top. 

Eventually, I came to the point where I had to surrender to this
thought. So I went back into the kitchen, cut another slice of raisin 
pie, went to the freezer, got some ice cream, and put a lovely scoop of 
ice cream on top. Just looking at it was marvelous. 

I took it to my easy chair and I very slowly and deliberately ate that
raisin pie à la mode. I've never had anything as delicious. I couldn't 
wait for The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage to come home and thank 
her for that marvelous pie she baked for me. What a lucky guy I am. 

I returned to my office and picked up where I left off and worked for a
couple of hours. Then, I heard the front door open, and suspected my 
wife was home. 

There was a brief moment of silence, and then I heard, “Oh, no. What did
you do?” 

I froze in my seat. Because when she said, “What did you do?” I knew


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