Originally Posted by genejockey

I've mentioned this before, but my Dad worked for the same fruit processing/canning company from 1946 till he retired, except for 3 or so years when he was working with a buddy at a tech startup in Rochester NY. Anyway, Dad LOVED pie, and so he took frequent advantage of the low prices in the company commissary. One year my Grandmother (Mom's Mom) bet him that she could make him tired of pie. She made a pie every night for, I think, 10 days before she admitted defeat.