It’s time once again for Friday Fictioneers which is brought to you each week by Rochelle at Addicted to Purple.
Thank you, Rochelle!
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~My entry for August 29, 2014 ~
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PHOTO 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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Life on the Farmlet 
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…
“Tell me, does Alan’s reaction mean that her version of the pie was the same as her MIL’s?”
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Amusing but touching at the same time. Great job.
Thank you, Louise, I’m glad you could feel for her. She needs to stay in the kitchen when she cooks. 😉
I enjoyed your story as usual. You are a fount of good ideas elegantly expressed.
This prompt came round once before and I was speechless. This time I saw Lemon Meringue.
Thank you, Tom!
Very nice, this means the pie has a burned smell…
Elizabeth, there is nothing worse than a badly burned Lemon Meringue.
Ha ha ha! Gads that is a gross glob of glop! You never cease to amaze me what you can pull from these photographs. Great story, Lynda!
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!
The dog says it all. 🙂
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.)
Nicely told. She tried so hard, but missed by THAT much. 😦
Lemon meringue is tough, and you simply must mind the timing. 😉 Glad you liked it, Archon.
This was a really good one Lynda! Love the dog peeing on the mess! 🙂
Glad you liked it, Barbara! The story is pure fiction, but that peeing dog was real! He was known to pee on anything he didn’t like…
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LOL! My Mom could not cook, so I acquired a taste for everything burnt! I’d have probably liked the pie before it got thrown out!
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?)
When the dog lifted his leg you had me laughing out loud.. this is a story that will be remembered for generations…
Then I shall be infamous!
Glad to make you laugh, Björn. 😉
That you saw a pie, even burned, from this is somewhat scary in and of itself. 🙂 Great imagination, though.
janet
Janet, think Lemon Meringue gone horribly wrong…
Hoo-boy, what a day.
Calls for a little wine, feet up, maybe a bath and a massage.
Hopefully hubby will appreciate her efforts and be supportive.
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!
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 🙂
Nan, there seem to be a lot of bad cooks out there. My mother was one. It is a wonder we survived childhood. 😉
Lynda, Well the aroma of the pie was there anyway. 🙂 Good, humorous, and well-written story. 🙂 —Susan
Yes, though slightly sharp from burning. Which tells volumes about his mother’s cooking; doesn’t it? 😉
I’m glad you liked it, Susan.
Oh this made me laugh!! Nicely done, Lynda!
Glad to make you laugh, Laurie, and thank you!
The dog lifting its leg cracked me up. Surely a bad sign. Thanks for the chuckle,
Glad you enjoyed my story, Alica!
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?’ 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you for your encouragement, Rochelle. 🙂
Well done… 😉
Enjoy your story! Thought it was going to be a soufflé collapsing but you fooled me. 🙂
Lily
Hi Lily, I’m glad you enjoyed my little tale of early marital baking mishap! 😉
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.
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!
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!”
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.”