June 26, 2010: Who Wants the Prize?

I'm giving away Mr. Granny. Just leave a comment on my blog, and I'll send him to the winner, postage paid, after the random drawing.

Can you tell Mr. Granny managed to get on my nerves today? I think it started when I gave him a taste of the pie filling, and he scrunched up his nose in that way men do when they don't like something. Here I'd gone out in the hot sun and picked the 2-1/2 cups of raspberries that the recipe called for (actually, I picked three cups), then I drove to the store for the cream cheese and whipped cream and a Pillsbury pie crust. I baked the pie shell, made the cream cheese filling, cooked the raspberry topping, assembled the pie and chilled it all afternoon, then topped it off with sweet whipped cream. And Mr. Granny had the nerve to turn up his nose at it. You know, I forgave him when he wouldn't eat the butternut squash pie, because he said it didn't taste like pumpkin. It DID taste like pumpkin. I even forgave him when he refused to eat the fresh strawberry pie last summer, and I ended up giving it to my neighbor, Pat, who said it was the best strawberry pie she had ever eaten. But I will not forgive him a third time.

Oh, that wasn't all he did to get on my nerves. While that pie was chilling, I decided to clean the back patio. I lugged all the furniture out to the lawn, moved the saw horses and asked Mr. G to find some place for them besides the patio....after all, it's a patio, not a shed or a garage, and I do not want saw horses living on my patio! I scrubbed both of the sliding glass doors and the kitchen window with hot sudsy water, then I hosed down the entire patio, from roof to floor and everything in between, including the big braided rug. Then Mr. Granny decided to mow the back yard, and the lawn mower threw grass clippings all over the patio and the rug I had just washed! And, when I was about half way through with the second patio hosing, he had the nerve to tell me I should be thinking about cooking some dinner!

I guess I don't have to tell you I wasn't exactly a happy camper by then, but I put the damned hose away, and cooked his stupid dinner. Because I'm a good wife. But I'll send him to the first person who wants him, postage paid.

Here's what I'd harvested for dinner.

I dug the new potatoes for potato salad, picked the raspberries for the pie and cut the lettuce for the hamburgers.

I made the potato salad with the freshly dug potatoes and sweet onion, put sweet relish from 2009, sliced onion and the lettuce on the sirloin burger, and served it with pickled beets from 2009.

And here's the stupid pie.