Pie and compromise (sort of like tea and sympathy? This title’s a bit of a stretch.)

6 Feb

I’ve decided to participate in the BlogMeFebruary challenge cooked up by Katrina of Sota is Sexy and Lindsey of LindseyTalerico.com, because it’s low pressure (one post a week, or more if you want) and also, these ladies are very, very funny.

This week’s challenge is FOOD (really, they wrote it in all caps so that’s what I’m sticking with), and today’s prompt is dessert–though I’m apparently allowed to pick from any of this week’s prompts (I think?) or make up something of my own that’s on topic– still I’m going to riff on dessert for a bit.

J hates cake. I haven’t really been able to pin him down on what exactly it is about cake that is so offensive, though. Sometimes he’ll say it’s too dry, but my mom and I have a (not very) secret recipe for some seriously moist cake (that sounds vaguely dirty. It’s not. Just replace the oil with applesauce and use a box mix. You’re welcome.) but he’s still not into it. So it’s just one of those things that, maddeningly, I LOVE but my partner is just not that into (see also: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Harry Potter books, making the bed.)

Anyways, we got married not that long ago. As most wedding movies (and that one episode of Gilmore Girls) will remind you, selecting a cake is a VERY IMPORTANT part of a wedding. Franck Eggelhoffer (“Every party has a pooper, that why we invited you! Party pooper! Party pooper! Every party has a pooper, that’s why we invited you, George Baaanks!”) from Father or the Bride says so.

So we had cake at the reception (I think my mom would have boycotted if we didn’t provide her with cake after everything she did to help plan that shindig.) There was the requisite cake cutting and feeding each other/getting frosting on his face. People went “awwww” like they were supposed to.


Photo by Christopher Morris Photography

BUT! we also had pie at J’s request. Lots and lots of pie. So much pie that our friends from college reported that each had at least one piece of all three flavors.


 That’s a lot of pie.

So much pie we took home extra. It was the best part of our wedding, depending on who you talk to. And we got to eat pie in bed for breakfast during our honeymoon. And in bed after dinner while watching Parks and Recreation, a show we both love.

So my husband may not like cake, but I guess it’s not all bad.

Who wouldn't love that face?

Who wouldn’t love that face?


6 Responses to “Pie and compromise (sort of like tea and sympathy? This title’s a bit of a stretch.)”

  1. katrinataylor February 7, 2013 at 11:35 PM #

    LOVE this! Scott and I are the same way…we find pie far superior to cake!

    • jwhittz February 10, 2013 at 9:34 PM #

      If they made cakes with fruit filling like pies, then cake would win for me. But they don’t (if they do, maybe don’t tell me because I would get so fat SO FAST.)
      I should probably mention we also had cookies. J’s sweet tooth is a thing of legend.

  2. crfricke February 27, 2013 at 9:24 AM #

    I don’t know what college friends you are referring to, but I was clearly not interviewed. I got NO pie, and am sad. The cake was excellent, though.

    • jwhittz February 28, 2013 at 2:19 PM #

      Not even the next day? Bummer. It was good pie.

      • crfricke February 28, 2013 at 6:04 PM #

        I was told all the pie was for the groom. I don’t remember by whom. Perhaps the groom.

        • jwhittz February 28, 2013 at 6:14 PM #

          The man loves his pie.

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