My gut is smarter than my brain. I can do probabilities in my head but my gut will tell me the truth without any data to back it up. It just knows.
I don’t trust my heart. It gets veered off into the emotional far too often. It’s that whole “feelings movement” from the 70s.
But my gut – I can rely on that even when it makes no sense.
The plan was to have a nice lemon meringue pie for dessert on Easter day. I did the prep work of looking for a place that has the best. (No! I’m not baking it! My meringues always weep.)
I bought some to try out (it was in the spirit of research. I tried not to enjoy the tastings. My body is a temple and all that stuff.)
The perfect pie was found at an upscale grocery store. Boogers! Those are the worst for planning. You can’t order one. You must come to pick one up when they have them out.
Plan A was to discuss with staff when the best time would be to get one. If you come too early they are in the oven. Come too late they are sold out.
Chipper older pie lady (who had the deer in the headlights look) told me not to worry (ha!) they would have a lot of them. When I probed to see when the best pick-up time would be, she said she didn’t know but there would be “plenty.” “Don’t worry” is a direct quote.
My gut wasn’t feeling good about this. Pie lady didn’t refer to any chart or schedule. She also didn’t have a hairnet or hat on. Real bakers wear hairnets or hats. (It’s the little things that sway me.)
I would need a Plan B just in case. (No, I’m still not baking it myself!) I pulled out my strawberry cake recipe and made a list of the ingredients I needed for that. If I couldn’t get my lemon meringue pie I would make (yes, I would make it myself) the strawberry dessert I normally make for Easter.
First choice was still the lemon pie.
Oh dear, what to do. Go on Friday? Go on Saturday? Early? Mid-day? Surely not evening.
In the end I decided to go Saturday mid-morning. That might be the best chance of snagging one. There may be some from Friday leftover and if not, surely the new batch would be out.
The parking lot was jammed (as I knew it would be). My gut wasn’t happy. It reminded me to be sure to take in the list for plan B. My mind was still thinking positive (and dreaming of winning the lottery).
I pushed my way through the produce section over to the bakery. There were four different kinds of cake/pie selections – coconut cream pie, cheesecake, a vanilla iced cake and another cakey thing. That was all that was in the cake/pie section.
There were cupcakes and brownies and cookies and individual tarts. Nothing lemony at all. My head wasn’t deterred. They only had so much room so surely the pies would be in back of the counter. (Logic tries to prevail.)
I waited my turn for a chipper pie lady. That would be a long wait because no one was chipper that day.
I asked if they had a lemon pie in the back. The unchipper pie lady turned to ask a pie person with a hairnet (I told you hairnets were important in the bakery hierarchy). Nope! They hadn’t made them yet.
My head was crushed but my gut was saying, “Told you so! Told you so!” (Yes, my body parts are like school children some days.)
On a more practical point….holy freakin’ Moses! It’s almost noon the day before a holiday and you didn’t make the desserts yet? Whassup wit’ dat!
Still not giving up, I asked when they would be available. “Later” was the answer. How much later? No one knew. Limited oven space, yada yada. Truth be told I stopped listening when I heard “No.”
I bought the strawberries and made the damn strawberry dessert. The gut reveled in its superiority all weekend. My head has lost all confidence in anyone who doesn’t wear a hairnet.