Michael's birthday was just ridiculous this year. The children were still in school because school did not end until the 23rd of June in New York and we had the craziness of all that going on. His work schedule was ridiculous, he had not been home to eat dinner or see any of us in days. In fact, he worked until after midnight on his birthday and did not even bother to tell anyone at work that it was his birthday!
Meanwhile, I kept asking him what he wanted to do for his birthday celebration to which I got no response. So the 8th of June rolled around, and he had no cake, no presents, no plans, and he came home after midnight. Finally he told me, "All I want is a coconut cream pie." Pie!!? Seriously, that is what you want for your birthday? Done. Of course, there are no Marie Callendar's in New York, so I made a pie from scratch- the crust, the whipped cream, all of it. I made it the day after his birthday, and he was kind enough to pull away from work, come home for about 25 minutes, eat a piece and go back to the office.

I am just glad he had the energy to blow out the candles, maybe that is why there are only three? Why would we only have three candles on there, one for each 13 years?! Were there only three left in the cupboard? Could we not be bothered to put any more than that on? Of course, 39 candles probably would have lit my masterpiece on fire. But the downside to this whole thing is that after 17 years, Michael found out that I can make really good homemade pie- he wasn't suppose to know that. How I miss Marie C's pies and stacking up all the tins in my cupboard until I would finally take them back in to get a refund on the tin deposits and have more than enough for a free pie! I love Razzleberry and German chocolate and French silk, not to mention banana cream... on second thought, it is probably better on our budget and our waistline that we have moved away from Marie's! But it was so great at Thanksgiving to just go and pick them up.