My husband picked up a very heavy and very fluorescent Key Lime Pie Cheesecake from Costco yesterday. Despite its vividness, I can tell it tastes delicious. OK, I can tell because I might have stuck my finger in it a little.
This afternoon, my husband cut pieces for him and my daughter. Rather than let my family and their dessert taunt me, I took my cottage cheese and fruit into the living room.
"You know, cheesecake is actually pie," Marty said to Serena.
"It is?" she said, as if it had never occurred to her, despite my having said it a thousand times over the last three years.
"That's right. It's crust and filling." He paused. And in another spectacular teaching moment, he continued, "And Boston Cream Pie is really cake."