The strangest sermon I ever heard was about your mother's apple pie. The preacher said there was nothing special about it. I kept waiting for him to get to the punchline and say it's the love that makes it taste so good.
But he never got there. His premise – from start to finish – was that the specialness of Mom's pie is entirely an illusion.
My reaction was to go home, bake an apple pie and dare my family to suggest it wasn't the best one they'd ever eaten. They did, in fact, swoon over the pie. They know what's good for them.
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