Baby don’t you cry, gonna make a pie. Gonna make a pie with a heart in the middle.
The internet is awash with peanut butter pies today. I took time this morning to make one of my own when I should have been working. But this just seemed so much more important.
This pie is for Jennifer, a fellow food blogger who lost her husband earlier this week. This was his favorite pie.
I am touched and humbled to be a part of such a caring community. I think we’ve all felt Jennifer’s loss, although many of us have never met her in person. And if making peanut butter pies will help her, even just a little bit, I’ll bake a hundred of them if I have to.
If you can, take time out of your busy day to make a pie for Jennie. For Mikey. The recipe is right here on Jennie’s blog. Make it and share it with those you love most. Because pie means so much more than words.
This was quite a humbling experience for me and cathartic all at once. I’ve read what Susan has shared above and live in fear of that happening even though neither my husband or myself has had cardiac problems. Like Jennifer said in her post, we just never know.
Lovely, lovely pie, there. :)
What a nice gesture. I’m keeping Jennifer in my thoughts & prayers — I can’t imagine losing my husband.
I don’t know how Jennifer’s husband died, but my heart goes out to her. But for the inexplicable mercy we were shown, I might have been a widow myself today. Not quite 3 months ago, my 56 year year old husband had a heart attack. It happens to have been a mild one.
It happened completely out of the blue, with no warning sign whatsoever. He felt a little tired, and went outside into the surprisingly chilly (for May in Nashville) 53º air to chop some wood to get his blood flowing. This turned out to have been almost a famous last thought for him, since his blood actually WASN’T flowing through his Left Anterior Descending Artery, the big one on the front of his heart, the one they call the widow maker. Two blockages in that artery: it was 95 and 99% blocked.
Thank God he came back inside and told me that he took two swings of the axe and broke out into a sweat on that chilly day. Had some chest pressure. Felt a little dizzy. Thank God I called the ambulance. Thank God he had open heart bypass surgery and got that blood vessel rerouted with his left mammary artery. He wasn’t fat. He had no high blood pressure. His cholesterol was totally normal. But he did have a family history of heart disease.
Husbands are a valuable commodity, and worth taking care of. MAKE them go to the doc and get a stress test, so they don’t end up giving themselves their own stress test out by the wood pile.
The subtitle of your blog says it all – “cook to love.” It is so life-affirming to see how the food blogging community has responded to this tragedy. For me, it represents the positive potential the internet has to remind us of what truly matters outside of cyberspace: love and compassion for our families, friends, and community.
i love all the love with a pb pie.
I don’t know Jennifer, but that is so sad and my thoughts and best wishes go out to her. This is a lovely tribute and I am sure Jennifer will appreciate it.
i’m sorry to here about Jennifer’s love. Your pie is a beautiful tribute!
We tend to feel helpless when witnessing others’ sadness. It’s nice and comforting–normal–to be given a task; something to do. I was amazed that Jennifer was able to post the request the other day, but I was thrilled to be able to share peanut butter pie with my loved ones. And reading about everyone else’s pies is overwhelming.