I made my first pie ever, crust and all! It's a test run for Thanksgiving. I didn't want my very first one to be served Thanksgiving day for fear of messing it up. It's a pumpkin-pecan pie. Joe bought the dish for me. Isn't it lovely?
It had to cool on the counter and then refrigerate several hours so I won't even get to taste the fruits of my labor 'til morning. (I wrote this post last night) Night, night, little pie. Taste you in the morning. Me thinks you'll go swell with a cup of joe! (coffee, not my husband) Hopefully you'll taste as good as you look and smell!
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