This morning I woke up at 3 a.m. and took cream cheese out of the fridge to soften. I went back to bed, only to get up again 2 hours later to make a peanut butter pie. I’m not making it for a birthday. I didn’t make it because I was craving it.
Earlier this week, Jennifer Perillo, a food blogger, recipe developer, and writer, lost her husband to a sudden massive heart attack. Jennie and her Mikey (as she called him) are about the same age as my husband and I.
I’m not friends with Jennie. I don’t even personally know her. I follow her on Twitter, read her blog periodically and met her briefly at Eat Write Retreat in May where she was a speaker on one of the panels.
But when I saw this, my heart ached for her.
This blog post is the reason I got up this morning and made a pie.
Mikey’s favorite was Peanut Butter Cream. She’d been meaning to make one for a while, but never got around to it. Today is his memorial service, and her wish was for everyone to honor him by making a peanut butter pie today.
While I’m sure my husband would probably like Jennie’s version, there is one pie I make that is a favorite of his. So today I’m making him that Peanut Butter Banana Cream Pie.
Grab your boyfriend, your girlfriend, your husband, your wife, your best friend, your sister, your brother, your parents. Hug them close and tell them you love them, then make them their favorite, whatever it be. There’s no reason to wait until tomorrow. Live today.