The Pie Delivery Brigade

My mother-in-law bakes pies. A lot of pies. About forty a month. She gives them all away.

She keeps a list on her refrigerator of everyone who might need a pie: new parents, new neighbors, people who just moved to town, someone who got a promotion, someone with a new puppy, someone who "seems like they could use a pie." Every Saturday, she loads them into her car and delivers them.

This year, at eighty-two, she decided she needed help, and recruited the grandkids. Now there are four teenagers riding along every Saturday, carrying pies to doors, ringing doorbells and running back to the car like it's a heist.

The kids complained at first. Now they fight over who gets to go. Last week my son told me, "Grandma is basically a superhero, but with pies." He's right.