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.


36 comments:

  1. Well I think the pie looks yummy! Mr. G is lucky you didn't turn that hose on him!

    Sorry, I have one of my own, I don't want him! Sometimes, every once in a while, those darn men do have their uses.

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  2. I'll take the pie, you can keep Mr. Granny :( sorry to hear it was a difficult dinner, sometimes we expect too much from men-folk.

    Now go hand him the broom and tell him to clean off the patio...

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  3. The nerve of Mr. Granny!
    That pie looks absolutely delicious!
    So does your dinner :)

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  4. Well, I think your pie looks wonderful. But no thank you on Mr. Granny. I have one of THOSE myself.

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  5. Uhmm.. you can keep him... I have my own already.
    Supper and dessert looks wonderful.
    But next time warn me... I almoste spit coffee all over my computer while reading this. ;)

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  6. If someone takes him, can I come and live with you. I would be a great help in the garden.
    The harvest, dinner and desert look great.

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  7. I'll take a piece of the stupid pie!

    But I don't want Mr. Granny. He already fuzzy eyeballed me when he told me I could cook the chicken in your fridge.

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  8. I'd rather have you, please. I already have my own Mr. G.

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  9. LOLOL Ohhhh Granny. How I feel your pain. Men, can't live with 'em, can't bury them without hurting your back digging a big hole.

    And no, thank you, I don't want him. I think you'll be hard-pressed to find any woman who'd like to have two men to take care of. Unlike men, who'd love two women. You never hear of harems full of men, do you? LOL.

    Your dinner looks divine and your Stupid Pie looks great - but, alas, I can't have dairy so I'd have to turn my nose up at it too.

    The newly-cut grass clippings on the cleaned patio stuff really got to me though - I can sympathize with that one in a big way.

    Here's to men!! Because at the end of the day...we still love 'em.

    :o)

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  10. Granny, I think that you do too much. I guess that most of us women tend to do that though.

    Your pie and dinner look absolutely yummy :)

    When you feel like that...don't you just want to sell Mr. G for a nickle and give change??

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  11. I'm not going to enter the contest, I think shipping to Maine would be too expensive. I will say that it sounds like you've worked your pie off over the last few days, so eat the whole thing and enjoy every bite!

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  12. Well he did build a nice shed for you, but not liking your pie is really bad, especially since it is the third pie he has turned his nose up at. Maybe you shouldn't make him any more pies? Maybe he just hates pies? Hmmm well all I can say is that my husband wouldn't have eaten any of those pies (not that I would ever cook them for him as he hates most fruits and vegetables - can you imagine?)and he doesn't build sheds or mow the lawn. However he doesn't pull out my raspberry plants and he would never dream of cutting down one of my peach trees. So I think it is a wash. I might as well just keep mine and not trade him in. It is tempting though. Sheds are nice and if I didn't have to mow the lawn I'd have more time to garden.

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  13. I think I would have hosed off Mr. Granny at that point. BTW your raspberry pie looks delicious!

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  14. Food looks yummy to me. As for the prize of the hubby no thanks I got one just like him. Thought about putting him up free to a good home but no takers. Lol

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  15. Burger & Pie looks delish! Good thing for our husbands we signed up "for better or worse" huh? LOL, Mr. Granny definitely should clean up that patio or it's TV dinners for him! Too funny... that all sounds like stuff my husband would do! He sees nothing wrong with propane burners, tools, and wood chopping operations going on right on my porch, when he has a whole yard he can be relocating to. I always threaten him with living in the shed, since he wired electricity in there he should be quite comfortable... LOL! Men...

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  16. Husbands can be a real pain! Just remember there is sure to come a day when you annoy him just as badly as he did you today. That should make you feel better:)

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  17. Oh-oh- the scorn of a woman...I don't want him Granny- I have one husband already and he is about all that I can handle! ;)

    Hope things smoothover- good for you for not throwing the damn pie at him, lol. When hubby and I fight one of the first things out of my mouth when I am really ticked is 'go make your own dinner'. HA!

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  18. Shoot, I just left commentary and may have closed up shop before it went through.....

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  19. Well you have that nice kennel garden... perhaps it can be locked with a certain someone in it? :-) The pie looks good to me!

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  20. I went out to the backyard/garden yesterday to find the hot grill 4 inches from my eggplant. Men!!!!!!!!

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  21. Oh wow that pie looks delicious!! If I win, can you send me Mr Granny's portion of the pie instead of Mr Granny? hehehe. Sorry you had a rough day. The good news is another one starts fresh tomorrow!

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  22. I just can't believe I've not had a single person entering my contest!

    Did anyone notice that Dan was the only guy with guts enough to respond to this post? I think all the others must have a guilty conscience.

    A blanket response to thank all of you for making me laugh while reading your comments this morning :-D , but I do want to clear something up:

    Daphne, Mr. Granny did NOT build the shed. My son, John, did that. Mr. Granny couldn't build a sandwich! Well, a sandwich maybe, but Mr. G wouldn't know which end of the hammer to use when it comes to building sheds. Also, it's a riding mower. He just sits on it and steers. That's why I was mad at him, because I wanted to use the push mower and pick up the grass clippings....the rider doesn't have a grass catcher, and it leaves grass clumps all over the yard, where they dry and look terrible. I think I'll make him buy a sweeper to pull behind it, as a rear bagger wouldn't fit through the shed door. But then, a sweeper would take up so much space in the shed. It's a no win situation.

    The pie wasn't great. If I made it again, I'd use double the amount of cream cheese filling and half the amount of raspberry filling. It was too raspberry-ish, and I couldn't taste the cream cheese at all. Mr. Granny gave in and ate a slice last night, and didn't make a single comment, one way or the other. My youngest son and his family will be over today to eat the remainder of the pie.

    Mr. G does love some pies. Double crust fruit pies and lemon meringue, and pumpkin (if I don't mess up and tell him it's squash).

    So....if none of you wants Mr. Granny, I guess I'll just have to keep him.

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  23. Gran, all these responses have me in tears laughing! "Mr. Granny couldn't build a sandwich" sent me right over the edge of my chair LOL!!! We all love Mr. Granny, and it seems most of us have our own version already LOL!!!

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  24. Well, Erin, I have kept him around for 48 years. I guess he's not all bad ;-)

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  25. Tried to answer this last night, but my internet was wonky. Sadly, I'll have to decline the contest as well. I already have one of those, and most certainly do not need another one! Have all I can do to clean up after one; two would kill me. If I didn't kill them first and have to dig a REALLY big hole in the yard!

    LOL! Thanks for a really entertaining read...I almost spit my coffee all over the keyboard, too...

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  26. Oh Granny, you somehow manage to entertain all of us with your wit even when you're having a bad day! I thought of you and your strawberries/raspberries when I was at the store the other day: "hmm, these cartons of berries don't look as good as the pictures of Granny's berries I've seen so far."

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  27. Um, I don't need another irritating husband. (And oh, do I sympathize with you about the wrinkled nose thing. F. seems to do that mostly when it is some meal I've worked really hard on, put my heart into. It's enough to make a woman stomp her foot and lose her temper.) But I'll take the leftovers of that raspberry pie, postage paid. No problem. ;)

    Sending you a hug, Granny!

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  28. thyme2garden and Meredith, I hope you spend 48 years with your guys, like I have with mine. But don't expect them to change...no matter what you do, they'll always find something about which to wrinkle their noses ;-)

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  29. Uh-oh. I get mad at my hubby sometimes too. Hahhaha.

    That raspberry pie does look good! I bet the other pies were delicious too!

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  30. meemsnyc, yes, they did taste good! The strawberry pie was delicious, and the butternut squash pie tasted just like pumpkin, only sweeter and richer. My neighbor and kids are always happy when Mr. Granny doesn't like the pie ;-)

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  31. My husband has at least figured out to just keep his opinion to himself if he is not thrilled about something I have cooked. I on the other hand have yet to learn to be smart enough not to press on it when I don't get an affirmative response... I just seem intent on opening up a can of worms when I should leave well enough alone.

    The dinner and the pie both look absolutely delicious.

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  32. Thank you, Kitsap, it was very good. Don't listen to Mr. Granny ;-)

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  33. Oh your son built the shed. Well Mr G just lost some points. My husband doesn't build things either. We had a beautiful playhouse for my kids. I built it. Not hubby. He did help with the last little bit of roofing after I'd almost finished it all. But as a kid I was taught to do basic things around the house. Like building turkey houses or basic electrical work. My husband wasn't and hates to get his hands dirty. I'm still not giving him away as he will give me foot rubs on occasion. He will even take me to the fancy restaurants on occasion where he doesn't like the food (he hates gourmet food), but he knows I love it so he puts up with it.

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  34. Foot rubs? He gives you foot rubs? OMG, I'd kill for a man that gave me foot rubs!

    Mr. Granny has always been a good husband, a good father and a good provider. He has never been a good carpenter, a good electrician or a good plumber. He earned the money, I managed the home and children. I have completely wired our telephone systems, satellite systems and cable systems. I have made major electrical repairs in our motor home (after taking it to two "professionals" who both missed the problem), I've replaced light switches, I've installed complete underground irrigation systems, I paint my own house, inside and out, and I've been stuck on the roof when I couldn't get down from the ladder. I've also gotten the riding lawnmower stuck on a 3' high patio, with me on it....but that's another story.

    I'm with your husband on the gourmet foods. I'm more the "all you can eat buffet" type.

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  35. Since I won't be blogging much over the next week, I'm doing double duty & catching up on everyone's blogs tonight... This is the best one YET! I read through the first couple comments before the tears of laughter hit! I'll take Mr. G, but only as a substitute grandpa, since I've never had one... Grandpa's are allowed to turn up their noses... ;-)

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  36. Momma S_, YES!!! You won the prize!

    Hmmm. I wonder if Mr. Granny would fit into a Flat Rate Priority Mail box?

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