Beautiful Sky and Not So Beautiful Apple Pie

Thanks to Mary the sky will never be the same to me. She loves to look at the sky and she's always saying, "The clouds are beautiful," or "The sky is beautiful." After her postoperative doctor's appointment this morning (early for her--9 AM), we drove out to Angie's. As we were driving along, Mary looked out the windshield through her special new sunglasses and said, "The sky is beautiful today. Or this evening. Or this morning. Or whatever it is." I just about died laughing! That she can say something like that and not even bat an eye!

I have to admit that part of the reason we went out to Angie's was that she'd just made an apple pie the day before. I'm on a diet and that sounded so good to me! Plus, I knew it would stroke her ego for us to go all the way out there to visit and eat her pie. And, also, she can't drive anymore and she loves company. Well, we finally got round to eating the pie--I let myself be talked into a huge piece. I should have said something after the first bite. It's that two-facedness from Mom's side of the family! I ate the whole damn piece--and it tasted like it had cyanide (whatever that tastes like) in it! It was so bad! Seriously, it tasted like it had dishwasher soao or bleach in it. Some sort of chemical. I tried eating some chocolate when Ange left the room to cover the taste on my tongue, but it wouldn't go away! I even stopped on the way home and tried to throw up, but it was pretty hard to do that out in the open and all, even though I did have a bag. Finally, when we got home, I had some Coke to try to settle my stomach. I still tasted it and felt it in my stomach, so I managed to get it up. Blech! I tell you, I felt ill all day. And by the evening my stomach and esophogus were still tingling and my tongue was absolutely sore. Mary never noticed anything. She and Angie both admitted that they couldn't even taste the pie. (Angie always says she can't taste anything anymore--just wether it's good or bad.) Maybe Angie really was trying to poison me?! Oh, I know that's wicked of me to think. Mom says it must have been an allergic reaction. Angie said she used a lot of nutmeg. Hmph. Must have been something other than nutmeg, let me tell you. Usually Ange is a great cook. I knew it must have taken her all day to make that pie. She has such horrible osteo and rheumatoid arthritis that she's in constant total pain and has to move very slowly--that's why I couldn't tell her how bad it was. O je! It'll be a while before I'll want to taste any of Angie's cooking again!