it all started when i gave in to temptation and made this pie. hold onto to your sunhat, gladys, that is one yummy pie. and i knew it would be - have you read the ingredients? - which is why i kindly asked the hub to pick up the necessary items on his way home from working a 13-hour day earlier in the week, just in case we might have an emergency that would call for such a pie. we did not. which is why i felt no guilt whatsoever when i whipped up the pie first thing on saturday morning. (heck, i was proud of myself for waiting all week to open the oreos.)
that pie was saved for later in the day when friends came over to hang out. the kids played while we nibbled pistachios and sipped our way through a few bottles of chianti and sofia. i threw together a quick salad and we all made our own thin crust new yorkish pizzas - yep, more pies. eight of them, actually.
and then today, the hub gave me that knowing look and i knew what to do: deep dish, chicago style pizza. behold: the mother of all pies.
my work here is done.
now for an hour devoted to writing while my tummy settles, perhaps a sip of tea along the way to aid in digestion. and then - why yes, you guessed it - a slice of that first pie up there will be mine. let's not kid one another and pretend you wouldn't do the very same thing. xoxo
