One of my friends tells me I’m supposed to blog about pie. Well, duh. That is the topic of this blog–pie. Way to be helpful, there.  I guess what he means is that I’m supposed to blog about pie EVERY DAY.  Which would mean I’d have to eat pie every day!

Fortunately, I just had another pizza, but this one did not have sausages, because there were two of us, one of whom (not me) doesn’t like sausage on pie, which I think we can all agree is lame.

And I forgot to take a picture. But I DID eat a big plate of meats, and also some cherries with cream, even though no one was willing to make a dress out of cream like in Herb Alpert’s Tijuana Brass. And also of course we ate the pie, which maybe I’ll talk about later but I had a lot of beer and need to go to bed. OK goodnight, gentle pie-loving reader.

P.S. When I say “pie-loving,” I do not mean to insinuate you are having sexual relations with a pie. If you are having sexual relations with a pie, all I ask it that (1) it not be a pie I am going to eat and (2) you not tell me about it, but apart from that, I try not to be too judgmental of others.