Pie makes me greedy. Maybe I will say to me that slices of blueberry or half the strawberry will be gifted on family. I will promise me to take a third of peach to friend 1 and a second third to friend 2. I never do. Me never scolds. It is pie’s fault.
It’s a small town pie shop’s fault I made coconut cream pie. I’d never made a cream pie before. Never before have I eaten coconut cream pie. The pie shop had one pictured on their website. It was a staged photo of old-fashioned on modern and it made the pie look really good. If the shop wasn’t a couple hour’s drive away maybe I would have stopped in to purchase a self-controlled slice or a mini. It is though, so I had to make my own — and it was mine.
Except for one slice. That slice went to a friend, but only so I could eat a slice then too.