Apples to apples

The tv is up to its hijinks again. Tonight, as I was pondering desert for my daughter and myself, the tv was on in the background. I had changed the channel from NPR on PBS (we had been watching kids' programing, then BBC America) to a food network that was discussing amazing meals prepared with fruit. You know, stuff that fancy restaurants make that leave both your eyes and your wallet hungry for more, and make you think your cooking is ksmediocre when obviously these people are professionals and you are Betty Crocker. The first few items were intriguing, such as the vietnamese green papaya salad, the cuban puff pastry with guava paste at a restaurant called Versaille in Miami, and the banana foster's at a hotel in Las Vegas. Recently, Marie Calender's pot pies have been on sale at HEB grocery store, including a free desert pie with each pot pie purchase. I'm not typically an apple pie fan, but for some reason I had decided to get one apple pie, the others included peach and berry pies. As I peered into the freezer, I decided it would be a good night to mix some almond dream prailine crunch with the one apple pie. Almost instantaneously after I made that decision, the television program began talking about an apple pie desert. I was so flabbergasted that I didn't even pay attention to the tv program after that. I started dancing in the middle of the room and my daughter was laughing at me all the while. I dont know why it happens, it just does, and leaves me bewildered and wondering when the clairvoyancy fairy will make its next appearance.