Last night, knowing I was going to run today, I asked Abbey to buy me a pumpkin pie. She did. She split the pie into (6?) pieces. She had a piece. I had 3/4 of the pie last night and the rest of it this morning.
Wow.
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I baked three pumpkin pies for Thanksgiving. We brought one to Grandma's and I conveniently hid the other two in the fridge in the basement. By Sunday when I drove back to Baltimore, they were both gone...
You have excellent taste.
Holy frig!! Maybe instead of running challenges, you and Matt should have a pie eating contest!! YAY!!!!!
You crack me up! Julie, you can come over ANYTIME for pie. A date at Marie Calendars?
Jess, Matt can eat way more than I. He's probably just not shown you. It's probably one of those dirty little secrets we don't tell our wives until we're like 60.
g shou likes p pie also. some times after thanksgiving it's just G-shou and p pie at midnight, no one else around to judge me.
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