Sitting in the grass at a potluck thrown by members of your former group and overhearing your former group manager say, "Wow, this is really good pie", to his wife, your division director and his wife. Then the three of them getting up and getting a piece of pie and agreeing on what a spectacular peach pie it is. (It was nectarine, oh well, I 'll take it anyway.)
Devoured, decimated, not a scrap left. I was proud to walk up and retrieve the plate making sure they all saw it was ME that baked it from scratch. (Because good pie can only be made from scratch.)
No comments:
Post a Comment