When I was sick earlier this week, I had no appetite whatsoever.  On Monday, the husb asked if I felt like any food so he could pick it up on his way home from work.  I said no thanks.  He said you have to eat.  I said fine, i feel like pie please (as it WAS the only food I felt like eating- but was only half serious about him getting me one).  Well, he showed up at home with the previously mentioned flowers and a PIE.  Bakerberry to be exact (my favorite).  As I said, this was on Monday night.

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Last night, this was the state of the pie:

The final piece was consumed right after I took this photo.  J. did not have one piece of this pie.

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Let’s review:  Got the pie Monday night and had successfully polished it off (with no help from anyone) by Wednesday night.

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This morning I told the hubs, for the sake of my waistline, NEVER BUY ME A FULL PIE AGAIN.  I’m cool with tarts still, but pies?  keep ‘em outta my house.