The Pie Guy
I don't care if I end up wasting fuel to use the oven or appear to be totally, totally cheating (which technically I'm not, since no one's going to be around for Thanksgiving anyway), but I've decided that I need to make pumpkin pie NOW. Well, after I call my uncle to wish him Happy Birthday.
If I had gumption and perhaps another oven, I'd be making a bunch of pies. I want blueberry pie, cherry pie, pumpkin, apple, banana cream, lemon meringue and coconut. I'm hungry for pie, I guess. It's really too bad I'm so damned picky, because otherwise I could just go & acquire some crappy store-bought pie, eat it up & call it good. Why do I not live next door to some foodie French guy who makes great pie? I know I'm worth it. I've got the smile to win me a pie. Or something. *sigh*
But non, I'm picky, so I gotta start from almost-scratch (I still can't make a pie crust for shit, but I still keep on trying), without the fabulous Frenchman, and it takes plenty of time to make & bake just one pie. Right then. Calling the uncle, making my pie & listening to the movie "District 13" in the background (yes, I liked it so much that I bought a copy of it).
Tally Ho, see me go.
Cheers & All