Sunday, May 16, 2010
The pie postscript
Dessert is served
London, ON, June 2009
[In support of Thematic Phorographic's edible theme]
Since every good meal should start with dessert, I present this rather weird view of a particularly lovely slice of lemon meringue pie. The plate that it's on is rather significant, as this is the set that we bought after I destroyed a chunk of our last set in a rather unfortunate pie photography accident.
I've got your curiosity now, don't I? Click here for the whole sordid story. We'll wait.
[Old Rod Stewart-to-muzak standards play in the background. The dog falls asleep. The rest of us lose a few brain cells.]
Welcome back. Now that my lemon meringue fetish has been placed in its proper context, let's continue.
Although it's been about three-and-a-half years since that fateful evening, it continues to cast a rather funny shadow on me. I can't eat lemon meringue pie without someone - usually my wife, but sometimes one of the kids, too - reminding me of my, um, experience. If I pick up a plate to get a different view of something, fingers come out, wagging in my general direction, reminding me of how things ended up last time.
They know me all too well, and I can't say I blame them for their sense of caution. Pie or no pie, I know I'm not the easiest person to have around the house.
So as I considered my options for this particular shot, I thought it might be best for us all if I chose a composition that minimized the gravitational risk to the plate, to the dog (Schnauzer trait: stand under the table, look pathetic, wait for stuff to fall, lick, repeat) and to my permanently-plate-hostile reputation. This time, I played it safe.
The dog was disappointed. My wife was not.
Your turn: Why desserts are memorable. Please discuss.