Day 38--It seemed like a good idea to buy a grape pie for our hostess. After all, a pie seemed to work with our last hosts.
Besides, we were in Canandaigua, New York, which someone once called "the epicenter of grape pies."
But more important, we were on our way to stay with Kate, the mother of our daughter-in-law, Pam.
Kate and her husband, Larry, live in a home on Lake Canandaigua. Fourteen years ago, we ate our first grape pie at their home on the evening before our children, Matt and Pam, were to be married. Kate and Larry served two desserts that evening: banket--a Dutch almond pastry--to reflect Matt's heritage, and grape pie to reflect one of Pam's family's favorite desserts.
Thursday night, when we arrived at Kate's door and handed her the pie, she laughed. You see, she had bought a grape pie for us--at the same place, it turns out, that we had bought our pie for her.
Unfortunately, Larry was unable to be with us because he was called out of town for a few days to handle a family matter. We missed having him be part of the evening, but we had a good time with Kate. We watched the boats on the lake and listened as the evening tour of the Canandaigua Lady stern wheeler drifted by.
We saw the photo collages that the family assembled for Kate and Larry's 50th wedding anniversary celebration. We reminisced about Matt and Pam's wedding and our time in their home fourteen years ago.
We had a great dinner at the nearby yacht club, where Kate knows everyone on staff after more than thirty years of dining there. But the one thing we did not order at the restaurant was dessert.
That was waiting for us at Kate's house. When we arrived there, she served us large, warmed slices of grape pie.
And it was even better than we had remembered.
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