An hour after the meal, she said, "Let's have some pie!" I asked her if she wanted some Breyer's Neapolitan ice cream with it, and she gave me an enthusiastic yes! As I was eating it, it tasted funny. Meaty. Not the sweet apple taste I expected. Coupled with the ice cream, it was OK, and she wasn't complaining. I thought maybe I still had the taste of dinner in my mouth. Then I remembered I hadn't looked closely at the box. I wasn't wearing my reading glasses. I then thought, (cont)