San Geraldo keeps serving up wonderful meals for lunch and dinner. Sadly, my throat being what it’s been for more than two weeks, I haven’t enjoyed much of what he’s forced me to eat, but I have appreciated his efforts and his concern. Had he not been here, I’d probably have lost 20 pounds. And I can’t afford that.
Every time San Geraldo prepares another one of these excellent and healthy meals, I comment on all the trouble he’s taken just for the two of us. His response is always the same: “Oh, it was easy as pie.”
|REVUELTO (SCRAMBLE) FOR LUNCH.|
In the past, in my own kitchen, unless the pie was made by the local bakery or “Marie Callender,” it was not easy (well, let’s face it, it simply wasn’t made).
|PIEL DE SAPO (TOAD-SKIN MELON), KIWI, AND MANGO FOR DESSERT.
(ALL BECAUSE THE DOCTOR SAID I SHOULD EAT FRESH KIWI.)
I wonder if, when San Geraldo says, “easy as pie,” he’s talking about the book and movie “Life of Pi,” where the guy ends up in a lifeboat with a Bengal tiger in the middle of the Pacific Ocean for 227 days. Or maybe he’s talking about the Greek letter pi, π, the mathematical constant that is the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its diameter, and is approximately equal to
Easy as Pi… Now I get it.
|MY JOB: NOT PRETTY. BUT, FOR ME, A LOT EASIER THAN PIE.|
20 thoughts on “Easy As Pie”
Whine away Mitch! It's good for the soul!!! That scramble looks good!
The scramble was delicious. I'm beyond whining, I think!
How in the hell can anyone dirty THAT many dishes making a pie?!?…. Okay… I'll admit I'm OCD or whatever the hell it is when I'm compulsive about cleaning up every pot and utensil as I'm using it…. but… tonight (bad night for constructive conversation) I'm just hoping your throat is better and all is on the mend.
San Geraldo is VERY talented! You should see what the kitchen looks like while he's making an actual pie. My throat is NOT better and ALL is NOT on the mend… and I am really tired of this! But I just smiled…
Oooh, another yummy-looking couple of plates of food 🙂 Suddenly, that plate of fruit looks tooooo cold to eat– it's suddenly dropped down to 56°F here in St. Louis! Just in time for the fall classic 🙂
Glad you're on the mend a bit 🙂
Well, here, people are swimming in the sea. I won't be meeting you in St. Louie any time soon.
I've always wondered about that easy as pie comment because my mother made some of the worst pies I've seen or tasted and so i never thought making pies was easy. Glad you're on the mend.
I just don't get that saying. Pie is NOT easy. Unless they mean easy as pie is to eat.
Since I'm good at baking,
I can relate to that saying but I do make a mess in the kitchen for it though.
Glad to hear you are [somewhat] on the mend.
Try bitching instead of whining.
Does wonder for me!!
Oops! Thanks for the correction… (obviously a typo, since I copied that entire sentence from Wikipedia!)
I might try bitching today… This is getting really old.
A non-native English speaker using an English idiom puts me in mind of my first Dutch friend (a short-lived friendship), who came to visit me in my then Oxford home. I was showing him the sights of the beautiful city when he came out with "I want to make a pie!". I let that go thinking he was making some kind of a joke when, a little later' he said "I really need to make a pie." I stopped and looked quizzically at him. He walked up to the nearest wall, which happened to belong to one of the University's colleges, and, in broad daylight, proceeded to urinate against it. I was not only astonished, I was bloody furious! I told him in no uncertain terms that he might do that sort of think in his home town (Amsterdam) but he could at least have treated someone else's home town with respect. He thought it was all a huge joke and laughed at my anger.
Anyway, as you may have guessed, his "Make a pie" was intended to be "Have a pee"!
That IS really funny, but I can understand why that was a short-lived friendship. (But at least he didn't mean a "cow pie.")
Mitch, perhaps I ought to have added that he was a part-time minister (Protestant) to several hospitals. 'Nuff said!
Ugh. Sounds like a match made in heaven… and that would be hell.
I am in the 6th day of a "Three Days Coming, Three Days With You, Three Days Going" cold.
Whining IS my antibiotic!
So sorry for you and so glad you're into the "three days going." I haven't whined out-loud today, but it's a good thing no one can read my mind. However, right now I can admit I'm improving. Wishing you the very quick passing of the next three days!
Hope the trend continues. Feel better soon.
Thanks. Rotten early morning. Good late morning. Rotten afternoon. Good evening and hoping for a good night!
Glad you are starting to feel a little better, and that Geraldo is stuffing you full of yummy food!
San Geraldo is a keeper. (He's making one of his work-of-art salads right now for lunch.)