I came home from work on Wednesday, and was delighted to discover that my roommate had cooked. Now I understand a bit of what it was like to be a 1950s husband. It was wonderous! The food was tasty and delicious.
But I'm here today to talk to you about the pie. He made strawberry pie, using berries he'd picked up at the farmer's market. Unlike my pie approximation, his was truly a pie, and even used some of the damnable graham crackers! (Yes, they persist. No, I don't want to talk about it)
I have no recipe to share, just a pretty picture of pie, one that was much more coherent than my own. Oh, and for the record, I'm team cake.
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