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The Custard

Let me tell you a short story A tale of long ago When mother was a teenage bride One who loved her man so His mother always made dessert Different everyday Mother wanted to please her man That she did in all ways Mother decided to make a pie Simple egg custard She had all the ingredients For this she's not flustered She went to work stirring the mix Then popped in the oven They would eat like the very rich Food for a whole dozen When done it was loose and runny A great disappointment Mom threw it fast under the house A very sad moment Young ladies don't give up or despair If you make a mistake For my mother turned out to be Sought after for her cakes Tuesday, October 21, 2014 Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper Contest: Plentitude of Pies Theme: Pies

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Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 12/9/2014 8:44:00 AM

Lovely piece, congrats on the win, sara

Brenda Meier-Hans

Date: 12/8/2014 11:32:00 PM

Congratulations on your win Sara. Thanks for sharing this wonderful tale of your mother with us.

Roy Jerden

Date: 12/8/2014 2:14:00 PM

I never understood the expression "easy as pie". A great pie crust requires blood, sweat, and tears before you master it, not to mention getting the filling right! Congratulations!

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 12/8/2014 12:39:00 PM

ha ha, love it. Congrats!

Jan Allison

Date: 12/8/2014 11:31:00 AM

guess we all have culinary disasters but we learn from them - great write:-) Hugs jan xx

Sheri Fresonke Harper

Date: 12/8/2014 10:40:00 AM

Sara, I bet the cakes tasted good, thanks for the unhappy pie experience turned good. Thanks for entering the pie contest, truly wonderful submissions sent in, congratulations on your win.

Gail Debole

Date: 10/21/2014 6:14:00 PM

Solid poem with a solid piece of advice. Liked the way you presented this story in poetic form. Enjoy reading!

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 10/21/2014 3:42:00 PM

It takes time to develop the skills of a pie maker, Sara. I bet your own pies are delicious with all fresh ingredients. New brides make lots of mistakes like this one. My mother claimed that as a newlywed she once used soap flakes instead of potato flakes. My father said nothing until she ate some herself. Love the humor in your poem! (Surely the bride didn't find it funny though.) There's still hope we can all learn to bake. Best wishes in the contest! Love, Carolyn

Bl Devnath

Date: 10/21/2014 2:15:00 PM

Very nice poem enjoyed from you. Good luck in the contest, my sweet friend. Loved always,bl

Daver Austin

Date: 10/21/2014 10:12:00 AM

Hope her pies improved as well. A delicious treat, Sara. Thanks for reading my stuff. Love, daver

Barbara Gorelick

Date: 10/21/2014 9:41:00 AM

My garbage disposal has seen many failures..back then I guess you had to "throw it under the house"..An adorable piece. BG

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 10/21/2014 6:44:00 AM

- Lovely poem from a while back .... enjoyable to read - Luck in contest, Sara !!- Have a nice day :) - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 10/21/2014 6:04:00 AM

Lovely poem dear lady.This reminds me of the first time I cooked Clamari(squid) for my husband.Didnt know I had to clean them from inside.I filled them on the intestines and We ate them ' : ).Tnks God no food poisoning.Twelve yrs later and cooking is my passion B-)..So great advice .How are you dear?