The Dreaded Apple Pie (standard:humor, 624 words)
Author: Juggernaut	Added: Nov 01 2010	Views/Reads: 3167/1916	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A humorous story on Apple Pie

The Dreaded Apple Pie 

By 

Subba Rao 

“Look, the amount of apples on the tree,” said Dia looking at the apple
tree in the back yard. 

“Sure, just like last year, at least ten grocery bags full.” Juggernaut
showed little interest. 

“I have a new recipe for apple pie from a nurse at Spencer Hospital.” 

“Yeah, what's new?” 

“This time, I am adding more apple sauce and apple cider concentrate
along with some ginger.”  Dia memorized the recipe. 

“OK.” “We still have few frozen apple pies from last year in the freezer
you know,” Juggernaut's voice as ring of caution. 

“I know.” 

“May be we should allow the apples to stay on the tree for good, for
this season,” Juggernaut played safe. 

“No way.” “I am committed to try the new recipe. 

“Alright,” the discussion ended thought Juggernaut. 

Using the new recipe and Juggernaut's help in peeling and slicing the
apples, Dia made a dozen of apple pies. No doubt, they were pretty 
good. 

“I made few apple pies from our backyard apples, so I will bring few for
your birthday to the office,” Dia mentioned casually to Dan, her 
coworker. 

“For my last birthday, you brought an apple pie, you know.” 

“I did?” 

“The year before and the year before, three years in a row.” “I don't
want any apple pie again,” Dan won't mince words with anybody. 

“I thought you and others at the office liked it,” Dia was apologetic. 

“I don't know about others but I had enough.”  Dan is a man of few
choice words. 

“Ok, I will make an apple crisp for you,” Dia try to compromise. 

“Frankly, I don't want anything that contains apple, at least for next
few years,” Dan sounded like a man in distress. 

“I will try sweet potato pie, then,” Dia insisted. 

“You try that Dia that will be good.” Now Dan was polite. 

When Juggernaut heard what transpired at the office with regard to apple
pie from Dia, he understood fully well since he was afflicted with 
chronic excessive apple pie syndrome for some time now. 

“Which desert we are serving for this evening dinner with Mr. and Mrs.
Pawar?”  Juggernaut was curious. 

“What else, apple pie.” 

“Are you sure, they like apple pie?” Juggernaut was doubtful. 

“I don't see why.” 

The dinner with Pawars went very well that evening.  Dia brought out
homemade apple pie. 


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