Pie!

I went to Megan's Pie Contest with my sweetie this evening after spending most of the afternoon baking the first pie I've ever baked. Lots of good food and lovely people and fun conversations. My pie was awesome. I didn't win any awards; there were some real experts there. But it was tough for them to beat out dozens of plums shaken out of a tree 24 hours earlier, sliced, mashed, and slurried with sugar, then layered between two sinfully rich crusts...

- Yes, dig me: I made my own crusts and they held together beautifully. I rock. -

...and baked to within moments of scorching.

Froz-the-smaller-but-not-necessarily-lesser was interested in my kitchen activities. I think this is because my repertoire of meal preparation is normally limited to burritos, sandwiches, and oatmeal. Making a pie in his and his little brother's presence only to say "Bye, we're going to a party to eat this pie; have fun with your babysitter!" ventures slightly beyond even my boundaries of inappropriately sadistic behavior. So I baked two.

No, you can't have any.