Pie Day

 Is it possible that I haven't made a pie for four years? Apparently.

We love pie. I make good pie. But the number of desserts Om and I should be eating is approaching zero. And real pie is impossible to resist, so the only way to avoid temptation is never to allow more than a piece of pie at a time, and the only way to limit pie to that is to buy a slice at a restaurant.

And I'm a pie snob. I know good crust. I will eat other crusts, but they don't make me happy. OK, so this one got a little too done one one edge... it's because I eked out enough scraps to put a little crust in the small pan.

Anyway, I shopped for tomorrow. I made a real pumpkin pie. The little baby one was to go with dinner tonight, and Om ate his half as soon as it came out of the oven. Mine is now gone down the pie hole as well.

I wrote a little bit, but my motivation was low. Oh, and Om and I sorted some Christmas decoration boxes. I guess that counts for something.

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