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…
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…?