The two days before Thanksgiving I worked at the bakery. I made 52 pies, 5 pans of lemon bars, 6 pans of brownies and too many dozens of sugar cookies to count. After working 20 hours in a 30 hour period I was sick of baking, sick of being awake and sick of pies. I didn't eat a single piece of pie on Thanksgiving. Today, a man came into the bakery and said, "I've never been in this place but I decided I just had to come check it out. The lady at work just keeps talking about how good everything is here. She said that the pecan pie she got from here this year is the best pie she has ever eaten. " Really? Aahhh Shucks. Well, maybe I'm not completely sick of pies after all.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Pie
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4 comments:
i had a budgie, but it died.
I like pie
I thought you had a bunny.
Nan, I must have missed you when you brought me pie. When did you come by? What kind of pie did you bring to me? Next time, leave it on the porch.
Goodbyeeie.. leggy blond.
Nan! Your email inbox is full!!! I need your address fast....Christmas card is coming! miss you and love you happy holidays!
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