Here I was, innocently minding my own business, when the computer burped and said, “You have Mail!” I had not heard that phrase in years (remember AOL?), so I jumped to the keyboard, pulled the levers, hit the accelerator, and put it into gear! To my surprise, a message from Peanut (Becca’s mother) with the subject line of “You have been spotted!!” appeared. Oh Dear, what did I do? Then I remembered, I am ALWAYS well behaved so it must be about Mary!
She behaved rather well except for …, …, …, and…
The first thing that came to mind was, “What did Mary do now??” Carefully, I punched the “Show It” button and immediately knew it was regarding the now world-famous “The Cackle Movie.” Mary was spotted yesterday by Roger’s Garden’s photographer (The White Witch). The friendly witch mentioned she would make Mary a movie star!
If you have yet to eat OR you have a strong stomach, please click the arrow for a 20-second romp through Roger’s Gardens opening day. Be treated to the ear-splitting cackle at the end! Smelling salts are highly recommended, and an air sickness bag might be needed if you are the least bit queasy!
Get ready, get set…. last warning! Go!!!
After watching the movie several times, I decided to become Mary’s manager for future photo/movie opportunities (NOTE: I did not quit my day job!!)
It was also noticed that directly after the cackle, birds began dropping from the trees and bees began flying backwards.
I fully expect a restraining order for Mary to arrive any time now!
OK, we had to get back to serious things! Mary and I rode over to the hospital to see David and visit with Dianne. His long-time friend and doctor were there to have some serious discussions. I decided to opt-out and waited in the hallway. David had lunch, albeit late in the afternoon.
We headed home, and I got bitten by the cooking bug and proceeded to make an apple pie —whatever! I made it up from puffed pastry and a can of apple pie filling!
We saved the apple peels and put them in the oven at 220 to dry!
We rolled out the puff pastry and let it sit for a good hour before the hard work began!
Flatter than a pancake!
With the greatest of care, I placed the apples into the center of the three cutouts and cut a 45-degree slice down each side. With the care of a surgeon, I laced the dough over the apples, attempting to make a picture-worthy item, but alas, it wasn’t that pretty!
After stuffing the pastry, it was placed in the oven at 340 for about twenty minutes; when it was golden brown, it was removed!
While the apples were cooling, we visited Jeff on the porch. We swapped stories and drank wine until the wee hours (at our age, wee is defined as anything after 8:00 p.m.). We sat for an hour and a half, remembering all those things that never happened!
We had a swinging time!
At 9:00 pm, we were totally beat and decided to hit the sack while binge-watching Seal Team. Even the toughest of SEALs need their beauty sleep! How did I know I was a Seal? Mary threw me a couple of sardines! That was fishy!
