My husband's sweet 92-year-old grandma passed away last week. I offered to bring something to his aunt's house following the service, but she said she didn't need anything. The following conversation with my husband ensued:
Me: "What should I bring to your aunt's house?"
Me: "I am not going empty-handed."
Husband: "Didn't she say she didn't need anything?"
Me: "Should I bring flowers or brownies?"
Husband: "You should bring nothing. That's what she wanted."
Me: "Men are so unthoughtful!"
And so, the night before the funeral I decided to make a homemade apple pie. But I couldn't find my nice pie plate. I also couldn't find apples, flour, or sugar in my house.
I called my mom for her pie recipe, then called some friends to borrow a pie plate. No one was home and it was getting dark outside so I drove to the grocery store.
The good news is they had a Pyrex pie plate on sale for $4.99, but by the time I bought apples, sugar, frozen rolled pie crusts (don't judge me), and wine, the total came up to forty dollars!
Grandma's funeral was lovely and we made it to Aunt Carol's house with a huge bouquet of flowers. We got out of the car and my son and I handed the flowers to my husband to carry with two hands, then we forgot something in the car.
"Reach in my pocket and grab the keys for me," my husband said.
As I reached (innocently) in his front pocket he yelled, "Woo hoo!" In front of our teenage son!
Disclaimer to mortified teenage son: I am sorry you had to witness your mom playing pocket pool with your dad after your great-grandma's funeral.
At least the $40 pie was delicious.