Three Hungry Women and a Pie

 

A photograph triggered a memory. A memory too good not to share again. Five years have passed, and much has changed since then, but the memory of good times and good friends has never faded. And so I tell this tale again.

We had all headed to Pigeon Forge, looking forward to a relaxing weekend getaway. We settled into the cabin we had rented and set about the business of making memories. After settling in, we headed into town in search of some dinner. We had a delicious meal at J.T. Hannah's on the Parkway in Pigeon Forge. (Highly recommended. Check it out if you're in the area.)

Since no good meal is complete without dessert, we stopped to pick up some pie at another of my favorite places, The Pottery House Café (also highly recommended), where we purchased not one, but two, pies! We were beginning to drool over thoughts of key lime pie and coconut cream pie, but there was still one more stop to make. While the guys went into the local Kroger for a few supplies, we women were left in the car with the pies. Oh my. How we were longing to eat some pie, but we had no utensils. Cathy did have some straws in her car, so we were almost ready to suck the pie through a straw when the guys got back to the car. Oh, the things hungry women can dream up when pie is involved!

We - and the pies - arrived safely back at the cabin where pie was properly served with plates and forks. No straws needed! 

Friday morning found us at the Applewood Farmhouse Restaurant (again, recommended), one of my favorite places to eat breakfast.

After we had eaten far more than any of us needed, we headed out for a morning of retail therapy and other fun pursuits.



Unfortunately, our weekend came to an abrupt end when we received word that Al's dad had fallen and was in the hospital. Al and I packed up and headed to Columbia. Even though our holiday was cut short, our friends had a refreshing weekend making more memories!

Not long after the fall, Al’s dad passed away. And our dear Johanne is no longer with us after cancer took its toll.

As the poet Robert Burns said, the best laid plans go oft awry. Certainly that weekend did not turn out exactly as I had envisioned it. But how thankful I am. Thankful for the gift of friendship. Thankful for even a brief bit of time away with special friends. Thankful for precious memories. And thankful that, no matter what happens and how often my plans are disrupted, God is in control. 


"Even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God." (Psalm 90:2 NASB)