Don’t Judge Me; I Just Love Pie.

When I posted my Pi(e) Day Post I bet you thought I was just being silly.

No…I was telling the truth; I love pie & I do not discriminate.

Cherry Pie, Shepard’s Pie, Strawberry Rhubarb Pie, French Silk Pie, Boston Cream Pie, Chicken Pot Pie, Coconut Cream Pie, Pudding Pie…I actually used to forgo the traditional birthday cake growing up, instead opting for Pumpkin Pie.

The level of appreciation I have for a well-made pie…well, it is pretty high. I appreciate it so much in fact that I will shamelessly tell you that I’ve eaten an entire pie in one sitting……out of the pie tin.

I don’t have a dishwasher…I had to eat it all…I didn’t want to dirty any dishes.

I’m sorry…That was a lie.

Not the part about not having a dishwasher (I accept pity)…that’s unfortunately true.

The honest truth is that I am well aware that I did not have to eat it all; however… on a “self control” scale of 1-10 (10 being wonderful) – when it comes to pie I’m a solid 1.

Pull up a seat, It’s story time.

Strawberry Rhubarb Pie was on sale at the good ol’ Piggly Wiggly a few months back.

How can one resist?

When the Hubs & I put it in the cart, I’m fairly sure that we had good intentions of making the circular deliciousness last longer than that day.

We had some (big) pieces after dinner…& then evening happened. There was ½ of a pie calling my name. I offered to get Brandin a piece & gloat that I’m going to save a piece for the next day…

(BAAHAHAHAHAHA)

I go upstairs & open the box. I put ½ of the ½ remaining pie onto a plate for Brandin and cut the other in half (making a normal size piece of pie) and throw them in the microwave.

There I stand with that one normal size piece that I’m “saving”. It was just looking at me; taunting me..

I won’t taste as good tomorrow, Jen…I’m fresh.

Where did the rest of me go?! I’m so lonely!!

EAT ME, DAMN IT!

The microwave dings as I put the last bite in my greedy mouth.

Pie wins again.

I trot downstairs with our pie in hand.

Me: I seriously have no self-control when it comes to Pie.

Him: You ate it, didn’t you…?

Don’t judge me; I just love pie.

13 thoughts on “Don’t Judge Me; I Just Love Pie.

    1. Nothing beats cold pumpkin pie & I’ll even take it one step further and say that I love cold pumpkin pie with an obnoxious amount of cool whip… I think I may need to make one this weekend. You can have pumpkin pie on Easter, right? 🙂

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  1. Thank goodness you wrote this. Now I don’t feel so bad about my inability to eat ice cream in moderation. This weekend, I had two packs of peeps given to me, a bag of blow pops, and two hollow chocolate bunnies (rather small, in my defense). None of them saw the light of Monday morning. Maybe we’re like this because we’re just such sweet people? 🙂

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    1. Even if the bunnies were not small…they were hallow – so you have no reason to feel guilty & peeps are merely just marshmallow (sugar) with colored sugar on top…No shame in that.
      Why can’t green peppers & apples be so appealing?
      I have an entire apple pie at my house right now…and a pint of vanilla ice cream. Watch out Tuesday night – this isn’t going to be pretty.

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      1. I sincerely appreciate your support with this very serious matter. Oh, and I assume your hubs can eat all the ice cream and pie he wants without shifting the scale? Mine certainly can. But get this, my husband doesn’t eat sweets. I can’t believe such people exist!
        If it helps, sometimes I eat the Chobani chocolate chunk yogurt and pretend it’s ice cream 🙂
        I see that my response is belated, so I’m wondering how the Tuesday night throw down went? Don’t worry, there’s no shame here!

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      2. Oh man..having a husband who doesn’t eat sweets has to be like holding a double edged sword! So many pros and cons to that. I didn’t even know people who don’t eat sweets exist. Is he aware of what he is missing out on? Are you positive he is human?
        Ugh…I wish I was one of these mystical creatures.
        On that note…I did indeed eat 1/4 of the pie & 1/2 of the pint of ice cream. It was so delicious, I didn’t even feel bad about it. 😉

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      3. Way to go! Sounds delightful. I’m not sure I could stop with just 1/4 of the pie. Next time I’m faced with such a conundrum, I’ll ask myself , “What would Jen do?” 😀

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