an ode to pie, part deux.

this time last year, we discussed pie. specifically, our unending love of said pie.

amy shared with us that her grandfather would famously eat pie in only three ways: hot, cold & a la mode.

a man after my own heart. pass the ice cream, grandpa.as much as i may have waxed poetic about fruit pies & a traditional pumpkin (swoon!), let's not forget progress. let us pause to acknowledge all the amazing pie opportunities out there for us opportunistic eaters (or those who have the foresight to have only a second helping of mashed potatoes, instead of three or four... ahem...) to learn from the past & improve upon for the future.

i give you the sweet potato buttermilk pie. how could any part of that be wrong? (the other half of my brain is wondering how any part of that could be healthy, but i digress)

happiest thanksgiving wishes to you all.

{photos from here}

an ode to pie.

i love turkey, mashed potatoes & stuffing, but long ago, i sold my heart to pie.delicious, smooth, creamy pumpkin pie, with massive dollops of whipped cream on top. if you have a homemade crust, you're my new best friend.my daddy taught me to like fruit pies. preferably apple. but any rhubarb, peach, or cherry will do. don't forget the ice cream on the side & don't you dare serve it to me cold.keep your pecan pie - don't bother me with those nut or meat pies. just pass the freshly baked, crisply sliced & appropriately decked out pumpkin pie over here. you weren't going to eat that last slice, were you?
happy thanksgiving to all. you can send your leftover pie slices to me, i'll take one for the team & help you avoid those guilty cravings...

(photos from here.)