Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Except for the two people in Germany who have read my blog (I know, I'm so popular). This day probably means nothing to you. Unless you got engaged today or something. Then this day probably means a lot. Anyway, because it's thanksgiving, i decided to do a post about pumpkin pie.
About a week ago I felt that I needed pumpkin pie. I had been wanting pie for a while, but all of a sudden I needed pie. I felt like if I didn't get pie right now I would spontaneously combust . So I decided that I would make a pie, and it would be amazing. It would be the best damn pie I had ever eaten. I got out the ingredients to make pie. I felt pretty confidant in my pie-making ability's. I hadn't thought about the fact that I haven't made pie in a year or two.
At first, things were going pretty well. I had mixed the ingredients and poured the filling into the crust. But then i got to the predicament: I forgot how to put the pie into the oven. Lifting the pie into the oven with my hands didn't feel right, it felt like it was going to spill. My mom was sitting in the kitchen, but she was on the phone and I didn't want to bother her. So I opened the oven and put the pie in. I should have known this would not end well. As I put the pie in, it started to spill. I quickly shoved the pie in the oven, spilling more of it. I started to call for mom to ask her for help. And then: I got a toe cramp. That might not seem that bad. I admit, it seems pretty pathetic. And then I looked down and my toe was twisted out of place(Or maybe it just looked out of place to me). Of course, I collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony. I was also trying to get moms attention. I felt pitiful, lying on the ground trying to get moms attention to fix the spilled pie. She finally noticed me, and I pointed to the pie. Mom started to clean up the pie I had spilled while I was lying on the ground. What kind of person was I??? I couldn't even clean up spilled pie!!
I was felling pretty bad with myself, when all of a sudden a daddy long leg started crawling towards me. I HATE SPIDERS. It was only little, but spiders scare the shit out of me. That was the last straw. I started crying. (Best Friend, I know I can be pathetic, but stop laughing.) ALL I WANTED WAS PIE!!!! Why couldn't I get pie?!?!?!?
As it turns out, Mom salvaged the pie, and my toe cramp went away. Oh, and did i mention that I GOT PIE?!?!?!?
Of course, as soon as I got over my pie craving I wanted ice cream. Story of my life.
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