Pie Gone

I'd just like to report that my pie must not have been too bad. I know for two reasons.

The first is that I had a piece for myself when I got home from work. There is no better way to relax after a day of working with children than by eating a slice of chocolate pie. When I got the pie out this afternoon, I was somewhat clued to the fact that it must be decent because about half the pie was gone. Jeff had eaten only one piece in front of me last night. Must have been a midnight snack.

The pie didn't disappoint. I was thoroughly satisfied with the taste. I even thought the slightly crumbling crust added a nice touch.

The second giant clue came tonight. After Jeff finished what I alone will deem a delicious dinner, he went back to the fridge for some pie. Rather than cutting himself a slice, he simply brought the dish to the table and housed the rest of the pie. If you ask me, the empty pie plate, for a pie that was just made last night is a tell-tale sign of a good pie.

I'm thrilled my pie turned out to be not only edible, but appetizing. I am also thrilled that Jeff is running!