It's highly unlikely that I will ever meet Jennie face to face.
But today I am offering her a part of my heart so that it can break for her, so that perhaps hers can break a little less.
Jennie's blog, In Jennie's Kitchen, is one of many that I follow (no, it's not in the left-hand column; to be honest, I follow too many blogs to really have an adequate list over there, as I consider all of those blogs I follow to be fantastic in their own way). I like that she focuses on seasonal and local, and her photos always make me hungry for whatever she's featuring.
Her most recent post, though, has nothing to do with food. It's about her husband, Mikey.
She lost Mikey suddenly a week ago. There wasn't even a moment in which she could say goodbye. He was gone too quickly.
I don't know Jennie.
But my heart breaks with her and for her. I ache for her girls who lost their father too soon. I cry tears for a man, a husband and father, I never met.
That's why I made a peanut butter cream pie today.
Mikey loved peanut butter cream pie. Like most of us, Jennie and Mikey's life had become busy, crazy, hectic - call it what you want, but basically, there wasn't always time to make a peanut butter cream pie. There's alway tomorrow to make a pie, right?
Jennie has asked her fellow bloggers to make a peanut butter cream pie and share it with family, friends, or loved ones. She asked us to do this today and not tomorrow, because, she says, "today is the only guarantee we can count on."
I knew I needed to make a peanut butter cream pie. I needed to make this pie more than I have ever needed to make a recipe.
The leftovers were shared with my husband and daughter after a meal that I prepared for them (bacon for the Wee One, an attempt at chicken fried steak for my husband), and I reveled in the fact that we enjoyed a meal that, while disappointing, was prepared with love. I am so thankful that I had this meal and that my husband can joke with me about that sorry excuse for fried steak.
Here's to you, Perillo family - here's to the love that you shared with one another and with those of us who read your blog. If making a pie can help you learn this new version of "real life," I would gladly make a million of them. Tonight, when I hug my family, I hope that you feel the warmth of my heart as I embrace you as well.
|This is for you, Mikey.|