Friday Fictioneers: the honeymoon phase



It’s time once again for Friday Fictioneers which is brought to you each week by Rochelle at Addicted to Purple.
Thank you, Rochelle!


~My entry for August 29, 2014 ~


A Failed PiePHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Madison Woods

The Honeymoon Phase


Molly wanted to impress her husband by baking him his favorite pie, so grabbing his mother’s cookbook she set to work. Pie in the oven a lovely smell filled the house as she busily tidied up.

Smoke!” she cried.

Lamenting her cremated attempt she opened the door tossing it outside for the dog and chickens. At the kitchen window she watched as the hens warily circled the mess and left. Then Charley sniffed it and completing the insult lifted his leg on it.

Alan would later be clueless about Molly’s tears when walking in he exclaimed,

“You made mom’s pie!”



Words: 100


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41 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: the honeymoon phase

  1. Deb Weyrich-Cody says:

    Lynda, your imagination never ceases to amaze me; just looking at this gelatinous mess, turned my stomach!!! Must s
    (Tell me, does Alan’s reaction mean that her version of the pie was the same as her MIL’s?; )
    MUST go see the other responses to this one…

    • Lynda says:

      Lori, the first time this prompt came around (Rochelle is on vacation) I had nothing. This time I saw lemon meringue. It has gone sideways to be sure… 😉

      Glad you liked it!

    • Lynda says:

      Sandra, when we were kids we had a dog like that. If he didn’t like it he lifted his leg on it. (Dr. Ross dog food, other dogs, people’s legs, etc.) :mrgreen:

    • Lynda says:

      HA! You too? My dad used to say that my mother could burn water. He also loved to tell a story about green biscuits that when thrown could put a dent in the wall. (Which begs the question: Did he actually throw them, and if so, why?) :mrgreen:

    • Lynda says:

      That would be nice wouldn’t it? But more than likely he will be mystified and disappointed to find that, by the smell of it, she has thrown away a perfectly good pie! :mrgreen:

  2. Nan Falkner says:

    Dear Lynda, I think I’ve lost my appetite which is good because I need to diet anyway. Your story is hilarious! Excellent job! My mother-in-law was not the best cook, so when we went to visit in Wisconsin, I usually lost weight up there. Great idea for a story! Nan 🙂

  3. rochellewisoff says:

    Dear :Lynda,

    I kind of saw that ending coming and was delighted to be right. I’m reminded of the first time I broiled steaks as a newlywed. I’m a rare steak fan myself. Being green in the cooking department I left the meat in too long and they came out charred. When my husband came home he was delighted. He said, “Honey, how did you know how I like my steak?”

    Dare I say, ‘well done story?’ 😉



  4. etiennehanratty says:

    I thought this was a really lovely story. It’s so true that it’s the imperfections in home baking that make it mean so much. Personally, I can’t eat Victoria Sponge if it isn’t all dried out and hard around the edges.

    • Lynda says:

      Etienne, I just looked up Victoria Sponge and had to giggle at the one that used powdered sugar in place of Castor’s Sugar. 😉 I should imagine that recipe would be very dry and dense. The cake sounds divine, and the recipes that assemble it in ‘sandwich’ fashion look interesting! I’m glad you enjoyed my story!

  5. Zyriacus says:

    Beautiful story. Reminds me of the guy who missed his mothers “special spice” in his wives cooking – until one day she badly burned his dinner – “Oh, you finally found mothers spice after all!”

    • Lynda says:

      I think there are more than a few stories along these lines, Zyriacus. One that my father liked to tell was about a wife who couldn’t get the spaghetti quite right. One evening she was angry with him as she cooked his dinner and just dumped the noodles into the boiling water adding in the wrapper too! The husband’s comment that night was: “Honey, you got it! It’s just like mom used to make.”

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