Looks like I'll be living on pie

I mentioned a couple weeks ago that I was buying some pies for the annual family holiday gathering... which occurred yesterday evening.

I brought two pumpkin, one pecan, one Dutch apple, and one banana cream. Why these pies? Well, for a holiday gathering, the pumpkin pies are a no-brainer, the pecan was specifically requested by a family member, the Dutch apple seemed to be a safe choice, and banana cream is one of my favorites and reminds me of mom. She made a killer banana cream pie. Heck, any pie she made was excellent. I even liked her weird rhubarb pie and her funky blackberry/cherry combo pie.

Anyway, nobody seemed to want pie. Maybe they knew I brought them and decided that anything I brought was crap... a reasonable assumption. Maybe everyone was too full from turkey, stuffing, and other food. Maybe nobody was in a pie mood (I'm ALWAYS in a pie mood). I'm not sure what happened.

I got rid of one of the pumpkin pies. I had one piece of the Dutch apple. That was it for pie consumption at our family gathering. I was most irritated by the person who requested the pecan pie... and then didn't have any of it.

Oh, well. I now have sitting in my refrigerator, most of four pies. Actually, less than that now, since I ate half of the banana cream pie earlier today.

It looks like I'll be eating pie for a while. I might even learn to like pecan pie, which is one variety that I never tried before. Why? When I was young I refused to eat anything with any kind of nut in or on it. I have since mellowed on my no-nut stance, but still cannot stand anything with peanut. In fact, if someone opens a jar of peanut butter within fifty feet of me, I instantly smell it and feel ill. No joke.

I'm about to go and have another piece of banana cream pie. It would be nice if somebody would stop me, since it would be for my own good. Anybody? No? Okay. Hello, banana cream pie. I've missed you.