The plan for Saturday was to get Bug a sandbox. She loved playing in Aunt M's sandbox in Maryland, so it seemed the most suitable housewarming gift for her.
We drove into town, then to the other side of town to hit the Toys R Us. Like most every other store we've visited, they're out of stock of what we want. While there were other places we could have checked, at this point Bug was chanting "Eat! Eat! Eat!" in the back seat, so we started looking for somewhere to stop.
That's when I remembered Peggy's. Peggy's is a restaurant we pass when heading out of the city. There's a sign out front saying that they're famous for Peggy's homemade pies. Having been disappointed by such statements before, I wasn't drooling too much, although I have been very curious. Today was the day to find out for sure.
Alaska, you have earned some serious bonus points today! If there's one way to get into my good graces, it's by feeding me some damned good pie. Pie is an absolute necessity to obtain balance and happiness. After the butterscotchery and whipped cream wonder I ate today, it became clear to me that the absence of good pie in San Angelo must have been the cause of my depression. I mean, how often do I drive around singing "C is for Cookie" all Ethel Merman, then changing up the lyrics to sing "P is for Pie"?
Seriously consider this theory. Are you feeling down? Have you had good pie lately? I'm betting you haven't. Let's be scientific about this, if this function will work:
Take Poll: The Depression and Pie Correlation.
To further this research, I suggest all of you go out and eat some good pie. Stop back in to report your findings. I do not suggest that you stop eating good pie if it's already a staple. Repeat: DO NOT STOP EATING GOOD PIE!
Peggy made a new friend yesterday. She offers sooooo many choices; I've made a goal for our stay in Alaska to try each type of pie she offers. It's an admirable pursuit, which will no doubtedly earn me an honor patch.
(Note to Alaska: You're not completely off the hook, girlfriend. I meant what I said about the orange chicken.)
Update: I can't get the poll inserted here, so please click the link above to respond!
Yes, pie is good.
And if I have learned one thing in the past few months, really good Indian food makes everything better.
Praise to the pie!
Posted by: suburban misfit | 2005.05.29 at 09:19 AM
Now see, I like this so much. It is rare to find a blogger who is sharing good, sound, empirically proven psychological truths, in the interest of improving the mental health of the citizens of blogworld. You do earn a patch, mrtl, you do, you do.
Pie therapy. Good for what ails ya.
Posted by: Susie | 2005.05.29 at 12:26 PM
Mmmmm, mmmmmmmmm. Time for PIE.
Posted by: Ern | 2005.05.29 at 01:43 PM
Mrtl's only shortcoming was the fact that she neglected to share any pie with her long-suffering husband, who was toiling away at the golf course whilst Bug and she indulged. Now I ask you this, what would have happened had I eaten pie and not toted some back home? Would I have been castigated? WOULD I? WOULD I?
To that, the answer, as always, is PEG LEG
Posted by: The Anti-Stalker | 2005.05.29 at 01:54 PM
mrtl! You didn't SHARE the pie? tsk. tsk.
Did you say "butterscotchery?" mmmmm. pie.
Posted by: Susie | 2005.05.29 at 02:20 PM
It can't be all bad if it has good pie. Hmmmmm...PPPIIIEEE!!!
Posted by: Von Krankipantzen | 2005.05.29 at 05:45 PM
[Homer Simpson voice] Mmmmmm . . . pie . . . [/Homer Simpson voice]
My favorite is at a Midwest chain called Bakers Square--caramel pecan silk supreme. A little pecan, a little French silk, caramel, cream cheese, and whipped cream. It's all good. Well, except for the 400+ calories per slice.
Posted by: Sharkey | 2005.05.29 at 08:32 PM
STOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPP with the pie talk! I'm tryin' to low-carb it here! I can handle depression, though, if I can get me some CHAI (and they do rhyme, so that's got to count for something).
Posted by: AndreaBT | 2005.05.29 at 11:04 PM
Next time I get hungry I'm SO going to just chant EAT until someone feeds me. That's the way to GO.
Posted by: Spurious Plum | 2005.05.30 at 12:06 AM
Thought of you last night mrtle. I went to my folks house for dinner and there was apple crisp for dessert. Not pie exactly but REALLY close. I got to take some home and I ate it immediately. Pie and crisp does that to me.
Posted by: Von Krankipantzen | 2005.05.30 at 12:52 PM
Peach. I got some. Pie. That's what kind I got. Peach.
Posted by: Susie | 2005.05.30 at 01:18 PM
I personally don't feel that someone "toiling away at the golf course" deserves to have pie saved. It's nothing personal, mr. mrtl.
Does strawberry shortcake count? I had me some GOOD strawberry shortcake yesterday.
Posted by: kalki | 2005.05.30 at 02:07 PM