When you’re in love, sometimes you fight. It can be said an
altercation or two is inevitable. It is as natural as bugs dying in your
bathroom, flowers losing their bloom in the winter, and food cravings
when you're pregnant. Even domesticated animals like cats and dogs
do it!
Fighting, arguing, disagreeing or whatever suits the fancy of the debater can be as unpleasant and that is why, after an elongated tête-à-tête was resolved I wanted nothing but a slice of pie à la mode to ease my emotions.
In a city as big as New York, this shouldn’t have been a problem but verbal combat can leave gaping wounds and with vital emotional juices still oozing decision making, never my strong point to begin with, took the rear seat.
We went wandering. Anger aroused, wagers were placed. I bet you can’t find apple pie. I bet I can. We fought some more, in the streets like immature children, found some pie, argued some more, I ate the pie, wretched pre-packaged pie, silent treatment. That didn’t last long. Tears and all the rest before temporary resolution occurred. Circle game.
A week later, after all the bickering, scrapping, quarreling was dissected and subsided; I opened my door to a jolly Fed Ex man who handed me a box. He told me he would be coming back later for a slice of pie, “that’s what that is.” Pie? Not just any pie, but Texas’s award winning sugar-loaded, calorie-rich, abounding guilt and pleasure Heritage Pie Company Apple Pie sent straight to my door by my enriching girlfriend.
Beaming, an instant craving for warm apple pie was reanimated. I unwrapped it, put in the oven, went to get a classic vanilla ice cream to compliment this delight and less than three hours later I was devouring the best pie I have ever had in my life. A genuine testament to our love that brought the bugs back to life, the flowers to blossom and the rebirth of a relationship so divine.
Isn’t making up as sweet as pie?