Church Lady Runs

I don't know what happened. Friday I did not run. 'Just didn't want to. I think it was due to a case of the "too's."
I was too tired. It was too humid. I had eaten too late. Due to a week on the South Beach diet, I had not had too much in the way of carbs so my energy level was too low.

Ok. One day off is a good thing.

But then Saturday came. And again I did not run.

And Sunday came and I simply had no desire to run. None!
But around 5 p.m. I decided to stop thinking about why I did not want to run and just get ready to run. Stop thinking. Get ready. And go.
That's exactly what I did. I changed into running clothes, laced up my shoes, put on my watch and went out the door.

And do you know what I thought about for at least a quarter mile?
PIE! Yes. P~I~E.
I thought about my famous (in my family, anyway) buttermilk pie.

Years ago when I was a twenty something mother of one, the church we attended in Georgia had some of the best cooks in the world!
Everytime we had one of those fellowships involving food, it was truly a buffet of culinary bounty!
Roasts in crockpots, baked chicken and rice, dumplings, greens (collards, turnip greens and mustard greens), black eyed peas, deviled eggs, yeast rolls, cornbread...OK. I'll stop.

But then there was also the desserts! Banana pudding, chocolate cake, lemon meringue pie, pound cake...

I longed to prepare a dish or two that would win the nodding approval of the church ladies who could outcook Bobby Flay in a Throwdown anyday!

Can I confess to you that my canned green pea and asparagus casserole had only one spoon indention in it's mound? Yeah...since I brought it, I felt I had to eat some of it.

I was embarassed to take the nearly full dish back home with me. Church ladies with culinary chops took home empty pyrex dishes. 

So I got to thinking, what if I could make a really delicious pie? A pie worthy of a church lady! A pie that would have them lining up at the serving table. A pie that people would get with their main meal, afraid that if they waited too long it would be gone! 

So I looked through my Betty Crocker cookbook, my White Trash cookbook and finally my Miss Daisy Entertains cookbook.

Aha! Found it! The perfect church lady pie.
Buttermilk.

So what does this have to do with skipping two days of running and finally getting my bu## in gear to run today?

The only common denominator my running today and my story have in common is pie.

Buttermilk pie.

And if I am going to make buttermilk pie this week (which I promised my son I would because it's his favorite), and if I am going to eat some buttermilk pie this week (which I will because it's also my favorite) then I had better not skip any more days of running.

Not for awhile anyway. Not unless I want a buttermilk pie bu##.

Oh, by the way, my buttermilk pies were a success! I never took any back home with me. The pans were always empty!
Finally, I became a church lady with some chops of the culinary kind.
And I owe it all to P~I~E.