I have this friend who has a signature dessert recipe.
She makes individual apple tarts with a special pastry topping and they are very unique.
It’s a recipe passed down from her mother. The tart-pies are nothing less than to die for and the recipe is very labor intensive. If you are lucky enough to get a taste of these tart-pies you can feel the love people, you really can. It’s heaven in a pie-pan. K?
Anyway, the other day I was hanging out with my tart-making friend and she recieved a phone call from one of her good friends. But let me clarify, this friend who called, while she is a good friend of the tart-maker, she is not her best friend. If we had to rank friends in A, B & C categories, this friend would hover around a B+. In other words, she’s a good friend, a very well-liked friend, but if you desperately needed something, you would call someone else first. Get it? Okay good. Let’s move on.
So the phone call went like this:
B+ Friend: Hi tart-maker! What are you doing today?
Tart-Maker: Oh, nothing exciting, I have tons of laundry, grocery shopping, taking care of my three children’s needs, errands..blah, blah, blah.
B+ Friend: Oh wow, well, ummm, you know how it’s my birthday tomorrow and you know HOW MUCH I ADORE those tasty little pie-tarts you make.
B+ Friend: Well, I think it would be really cool if you could make me thirty-two of those fancy little tarts to take to my massage therapy class tomorrow so I could pass them out to all my classmates.
Tart-Maker: Oh, wow, for tomorrow?
B+ Friend: Yeah, I need them tomorrow…for my birthday.
Tart-Maker: I thought your classes only had about nine people in them?
B+ Friend: Yeah they do, but I think it would be fun to pass them out to people in the other classes too. (A.K.A people she barely knows)
Tart-Maker: Oh. Well, okay, I guess, I mean I can do the laundry tomorrow…(feed my husband and children another day…).
B+ Friend: Okay good, and of course I will pay for the ingredients just make sure you deliver them to my house tomorrow morning before 7:30 AM.
Tart-Maker: Ummm, alright.
B+ Friend: Thanks sweetie, chow babe!
All I can say is Oh Ma Gawd. Let me tell you I pooped myself into a thousand little turds after this conversation.
Personally I could never impose on someone like this. Never!
Would you seriously have the nerve to ask someone to do something like this at a moments notice? The pie-tarts are not even for special people in her life, they are for random folks she barely knows! The B+ friend even went on to say that the girls at school are so, so skinny and would probably barely even eat them! Ahhhhhhhhhh!
Can you even imagine having such a good friend who would honor this request? Tart-maker, you are a good friend.
I’m sorry. This made me crazy insane. Need. To. Blow. In. A. Paper. Bag. Crazy.
Now it’s nice to do things for people but if B+ friend would have asked the tart-maker three weeks ago for this favor and said this is what she wanted as a birthday gift, well then maybe it would have been alright. Maybe.
But this was a bomb she dropped at the last possible second and tart-maker had another gift for her. Sheesh.
Okay, I needed to get that off my chest. Whew. I feel better now.
Thanks for listening.
So my pal Loran, she’s in my A+ circle by the way, stopped by yesterday with this. She knew I was in desperate need of a Pumpkin Face Dish Scrubber. How was I going to scrub my many Halloween dishes without it?
There are bowls of dark chocolate M & M’s everywhere at my house. You can’t stop with just a few. Trust me.
Oh look, another candy dish. This one is great for chocolate covered almonds or pecan pralines. I think I got this from Pottery Barn but I can’t really remember. My spiderweb tablecloth is the perfect backdrop for this one.
More candy, more candy dishes but most importantly more M & M’s. Yum.