Strange – but I’ll take it.

Huh. I’m…done with the pies. I’ve actually been done for awhile now, but I had to feed the children and ingest some more caffeine and then clean the kitchen. Details.

Two apples, one lemon (with a roof), one mincemeat, one pecan, and one chocolate pudding pie (okay, technically that one isn’t done because I have to get the chocolate pudding from the store, but it doesn’t involve baking, so meh). Five, five finished, tasty looking pies. Ah, ah, ah. Know what’s strange about that? I didn’t have any issues. Well, other than realizing I didn’t have the chocolate pudding. The pie crusts all came out beautifully. None of them stuck to the magical pastry cloth. They all rolled out quickly, easily, and perfectly. The lemon pie didn’t turn into a lemon volcano. I didn’t even have to muffle my cursing in front of the girls.  How are they going to learn to fear the Pie Gods if they don’t hear me cursing?!? Nothing even exploded this year. The sink gurgled ominously once, but that was it.

So, yes – strange. But good, I guess. Hmm….if things keep up like this, we might just have a pie or two at Christmas, too.

<shudders>

Then again, maybe not.

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