Here's the deal. My mom makes the best pies in the world. For real. IN THE WHOLE WORLD. She came to see me the other day. She brought me a peach pie because she is the best mom ever. After she left I immediately ate two pieces and then proceeded to hide the pie in the back of the fridge. If you get between me and my pie, there is trouble. And this is what I had for breakfast, lunch, dinner and a midnight snack the next day which is totally acceptable because there is fruit in it. Yes. The pie is gone. Yes. I cried.
Behold the deliciousness. It's just so beautiful.
And again. Do you notice the exquisite, flaky crust? Perfection, my friends.
This is how I look before I partake of the deliciousness.
This is me: the pie stalker.
And this is me eating another piece about 5 minutes after I ate the first one. I promise I do use a fork.
Long live the pie. Go get some. But stay away from mine.
