I don't know 100% how this half-an-apple-pie ended up in my house on a random weeknight in June. But I have a pretty good idea that it started with my mother-in-law.
Again, I don't know, but--between piecing together Sweet Husband's childhood stories and learning a little more everyday myself about the relationship between mothers and sons--I believe she cultivated Sweet Husband's softness for older ladies needing odd jobs done quite early in his life.
As in, "Mrs. Smith from church needs her gutters cleaned and shouldn't be getting up on a ladder anymore. But you're young and able-bodied, so turn off the TV and get yourself over there."
While I can't imagine that child and teenage Sweet Husband didn't take umbrage at being (as my Nice Sister-In-Law lovingly says) "volun-told" a time or two, the habit of helping stuck around into adulthood, where it has now firmly taken root in his jewelry business.
As in, "If you were a twenty-five year old guy, it might be too much trouble to fix your glasses. But since you're a sixty year old woman, bring them by anytime, ma'am."
And then one of those sixty year old women brought him a pie to say thanks.
Apple. Because, of course, she checked and that's his favorite.
He shared half of it with his co-workers, as was right and proper, and then brought the rest home. Little Miss turned her nose up at it, but the rest of us were happy to polish off her share.
(OK, I was happy to polish off her share. Because pie! That I didn't have to bake myself!)
Yet again, I don't really know anything, but I will venture so far as to say this--you mamas out there who are raising your boys right? Keep up the good work.
Because someday, your sons will bring their wives free pie, all because of you. And even though she's too busy keeping your grandchildren fed and happy and hygienic to remember to say it much, your future daughter-in-law will send a little mental blessing your way as she helps herself to the leftovers on the baby's plate.