One night, I noticed a pie through the glass refrigerator door. Pecan. It was supple. Golden. Blonde crust. Firm filling. Illuminated by a faint light from above.

You can imagine my reaction when yesterday I discovered that Pamela Anderson had made me a pecan pie. Someone hand-delivered the pie and there was a sticky note attached. It read: “Love, Pamela Anderson.”

I started to get light headed.

Granted, it might not be the famous Pamela Anderson, since the pie came from Thomas County, Georgia. But—and follow me closely here—the famous Pamela Anderson has not publicly denied knowledge of this pie.

I cut a slice and buried it with enough Reddi-Wip to cover Mount Rushmore. It was so sugary it gave me heart palpitations.

“What’re you eating?” my wife asked.

“Oh nothing,” I said. “Just a gift from Pamela Anderson.”

“Who?”

“Don’t make me say it again, honey. Celebrities are very funny about their privacy.”

My wife inspected the note and laughed at me. “What are you, fourteen years old? It’s not the celebrity, it’s just some woman named Pamela Anderson.”

But she is just jealous. Wives get that way when former television stars bake things for you.

If Pam happens to be reading this, she should know that pecan pie is my all-time favorite. That is, unless Anne Margaret bakes me a blueberry pie. Then my all-time favorite pie is blueberry.

Barbara Eden could make me liverwurst on a cracker.

Once, I had a job at an ice cream shop. I was recently married, taking a second job to pay the mortgage. The job paid minimum wage and it wasn’t a great gig. I was a glorified soda jerk, complete with a dorky uniform.

On my first day, the owner trained me to scoop ice cream, make malts, and say things like “Gee whiz, Beave’.” He was a grumpy man, elderly, and always in a funk.

The first order of business was to introduce me to the pie coolers. There were two. Each cooler was filled exclusively with cakes and pies. There were apple pies, strawberry, coconut cream, chocolate cream, and pecan.

“Whatever you do,” said the owner, “Don’t touch these pies or I’ll know about it, and I’ll fire you for stealing.”

This guy was one-hundred-percent serious. He made me take an oath. I had to literally swear not to eat the pies.

But of course, promising NOT to do something makes it harder not to do it. When I was a kid, my Sunday school teacher, Miss Crawley, made our class take a similar oath. We had to promise not to drink alcohol when we got older.

“What about beer?” Andrew Simms asked Miss Crawley.

“God hates beer,” said Miss Crawley.

So we all took an anti-beer oath and Miss Crawley was so moved that she started praying in tongues to the tune of “Nobody Gets Too Much Heaven” by the Bee Gees. I wish I were making this up.

Just writing the above paragraph made me thirsty for something cold.

Anyway, they let me manage the ice cream joint by myself. Mostly, I avoided the pies, but it got lonesome at night when we had no customers. I would glance at the coolers and feel temptation weighing on me.

One night, I noticed a particular pie through the refrigerator glass. Pecan. It was supple. Golden. Blonde crust. Firm filling. Illuminated by a faint light from above. I removed the pie. Just to look at it.

I asked the Lord not to tempt me beyond what I was able.

Then I got a fork.

I ate the whole thing.

My sin became a repetitive one. I ate pies almost every shift. Certainly, I paid for each one, but that’s not the point. The point is, it was wrong. And one night, the owner busted me.

He found me eating a pie in the back office. At first I tried to deny it, but the evidence was all over my cheeks. He hit the ceiling. He threatened to fire me. But he didn’t.

The next night, he worked my shift alongside me. He had watchful eyes, and it was one of the longest nights of my life. I made mistakes and kept dropping things because I was nervous.

But over the next few months we sort of became friends. I learned a lot about him, and he was actually a nice man.

I’ll never forget the evening when I came to work on my birthday. I never told him it was my birthday—I don’t go around telling people this unless they happen to be filthy stinking rich.

This birthday had been an awful day. I mean really bad. I was feeling crummy.

When my shift was over, after I finished mopping floors and cleaning the Third-World toilets which children from all over the county travelled many miles just to desecrate beyond recognition, we closed shop.

We were on our way to our vehicles when the old man handed me a white pastry box.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“This is for you,” he said. “My best employee.”

It was a chocolate cream pie.

Then he sang “Happy Birthday.” The whole song. Start to finish. Even the “ANNNNDD MANY MOOORRRE” part.

I didn’t know what to say. We sat on his vehicle bumper and ate the whole thing with plastic utensils. It wasn’t like he had done anything monumental, but the gesture meant so much. I suppose simply being noticed was the nicest thing anyone could have ever done for me.

Which is why this pie tastes so good. Thank you, Pamela Anderson.

Look me up, Barbara Eden.

17 comments

  1. Bud Carroll - September 8, 2019 9:11 am

    A gift even greater than pecan, blueberry, chocolate cream or French apple pies – the gift TO notice and the gift to BE noticed! Even without ice cream on top!

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  2. Jane chandler - September 8, 2019 11:01 am

    Great story. I wish you a successful career.

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  3. Karen Erwin-Brown - September 8, 2019 11:18 am

    You make me smile. Peace and I hope you also get the kind that comes from pie…piece.

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  4. Estelle - September 8, 2019 11:22 am

    It’s 6:15 am and reading about pie makes me want a slice of chocolate meringue pie right now. After all life is to short not to eat the good things first.
    Here’s to pie‼️🥰

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  5. Elizabeth - September 8, 2019 11:43 am

    I love you…and pies! Great story this morning with my coffee. You know what else would go great with my coffee? Pie!

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  6. Robbie - September 8, 2019 1:11 pm

    This reminds me of a favorite scene from the movie, Michael. The gang is at a cafe and Michael orders one of each of the pies they serve. They then share the pies at the table. I’ve always wanted to do that with my family.

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  7. Marilyn - September 8, 2019 1:45 pm

    hmmm, trying to decide what my favorite pie is. Peach is good, but so is blackberry, then there is chocolate peanut butter, and old fashion cream pie…. Oh my, I just had breakfast and am now craving pie! 🙂

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  8. GaryD - September 8, 2019 2:30 pm

    List of things to do TODAY:
    1. Buy pie
    2. Eat pie
    3. See #1 and #2

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  9. Linda Moon - September 8, 2019 3:53 pm

    De Nile – a good river to be on. Enjoy the ride with Pamela Anderson and all all the rest of those pies and famous stars. Nice, simple gestures are wonderful. But keep in mind that golden blond pies and women can lead to temptation! You’ve tempted me to get some pie from Full Moon BBQ today, and I will be a Moon full of pie later!!

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  10. Edna B. - September 8, 2019 4:33 pm

    I agree with everyone else. Now I’m hungry for apple pie. I don’t have any so I’ll just have to settle for some gummy fruits. That’s all I have in the house for sweets. You have a wonderful day, hugs, Edna B.

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  11. SylviaJohnson - September 8, 2019 5:35 pm

    Merciers Apple House on Highway 5 above Blue Ridge, GA has amazing pies other than their traditional apple pies. I stopped by one busy afternoon and bought a whole Chocolate Fudge Pie. Rather than having them cut me one piece and put it on a plate, I sat outside their front door and proceeded to eat it from the box! A 70 year old white-haired lady earns her right to do whatever she wants in this life! I got a lot of smiles, laughs and folks who said “I’ve always wanted to do that!” Sylvia Johnson Ellijay, GA

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  12. Jeannie Schweck - September 8, 2019 7:23 pm

    You are a nut!!!!!! Love you for it because I am a nut too!

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  13. Jeannie Schweck - September 8, 2019 7:25 pm

    PS Do not look up photos of these 3 ladies as they look today. All I am saying is that it might ruin your fantasies!

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  14. Jan Michelle Beaudreau - September 8, 2019 7:26 pm

    So my friend (almost) insisted that I STOP whatever I was doing (at the time I was trying to move a small boulder, all 110 pounds of me) and take a few minutes out to read YOU! Smile/ laugh… whatever would come up.
    So I did, which is a biggg deal for me. Not reading you, just taking a break from my constant to infinity and beyond lists.
    Sooo funny and moving and creative and authentic. YOU are! Keep ‘em coming! Jan M B

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  15. Judy Wilson - September 8, 2019 7:29 pm

    Sometimes it difficult to get a read on people.

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  16. Shelton A. - September 8, 2019 10:21 pm

    Glad the owner turned out to be cool and recognized your birthday. It’s always neat when someone you think is grumpy actually turns out to be a nice person. I’ll tap on Genie’s bottle and see if she’ll bake you a pie.

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  17. That's jack - September 9, 2019 3:06 am

    Fortunately I am not a pie person. Now I do like Pecan pie, but the only pie that woudl make me sin would be my mamas egg custard. That said, I enjoyed the post. THANKS
    Sherry & jack

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