While the crust’s baking in the oven, I chop up all the fruit for the topping. Bella hates birthdays, and hates those storebought cakes even more.
Still, I refuse to let her day go by without some form of celebration, so over the years I’ve come up with different desserts for her birthday get-togethers.
As long as no one dares call them parties, she’s good.
A strange duck, my wife, but I love her to pieces.
After pulling the crust out to cool, I decorate the pie.
As I carry it out, a chorus of “Happy Birthday,” begins.