We were living in this tiny 500 square foot apartment in Ocean Beach. The local NPR station had an online fundraising auction and we bid on item that I swear was entitled "Scott Horsley Bakes You a Pie": a homemade pie from Scott Horsley that included hand delivery.
This cherry pie, made by the man in the apron, set us back $40. Total bargain. Unfortunately for him, we goofed on the date and he knocked on our door a week before we had expected. B and I had just finished a rare argument and I was just out of the shower when he knocked on the door. B and I were still pissed at each other, so undoubtedly it was rather awkward for Scott (Sorry, Scott!). The pie was delicious. I still have the tin.
Scott Horsley, if you're reading this, my husband and I have felt terrible about this incident for the last eight years.
P.S. you're awesome. We cheer for you every time we hear you on the radio.