Friday, 25 November 2011
So all that worrying was for nothing (me? never.) The dough defrosted and the pie was in and out of the oven before dinner with time to spare. The ironic part? We never even ate the pie! It is sitting untouched, just as in that photo, in the fridge. Our dinner (which I wore one of my new shirts too) here was lovely and turned into drinks and a night that ended in ways that did not involve whipping up fresh cream and eating a slice of pie. So silly after all that fuss about tasting pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving, I know. But in the end I did have a very special evening that made me feel quite thankful for what/who I have in my life. And tonight we will eat that pie, if I can restrain myself from eating it for lunch.