One of my most memorable dates with my husband was a picnic in the park. I wanted to display my cooking talents to my new beau, so I planned to make everything myself. I had decided on fried chicken, cole slaw, baked beans and coconut cream pie for the menu. I had helped my mom in the kitchen my whole life so none of this was daunting for me except the illusive piecrust. I spent hours trying to roll out the pie dough, but had failed miserably each and every time. I was ready to quit altogether when my mother walked into the kitchen after a long day at work. She saw my despair and patiently taught me the art of pie baking. Alas, the pie was delicious, the picnic a success and we were engaged a few years later. However, to this day, my husband claims he was ready to ask me to marry him at that picnic because I made such a delicious pie. Oh, the power of pie.