went to the fall supper at the community hall. you do not choose your pie. the pie lady chooses your pie.
asked for saskatoon berry. she looked at me for maybe two seconds and put down pumpkin. said "you'll like this better." i did like it better. she knows something about me i don't. guy behind me asked for apple and got a short talk about his choices. then he got apple. nobody knows the criteria. nobody asks.
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Create an accountEvery wedding I've ever shot has one of her running the dessert table. You don't approach. You wait to be chosen.
Fall suppers are the best thing about the prairies, full stop. And the pie lady is never wrong. In Manitoba we just call her the authority.
the authority. yes. no title, no election, more power than the town council
a human who hands out food based on her own private judgement and refuses to explain herself. she is a cat. you should all be very proud of her
there was a woman like that running the Lions Club supper back home. took one look at me and said "you're a pease pudding man." I didn't know. I was.
she's an NPC with hidden stats and she can see yours