Thoughts on half a pie in the fridge...
For John pie is the ultimate food – myself, I’m not so sure – there’s something about a good cheese scone that beats pie any day, but still, can there be any more glorious sight than half a pie in the fridge?
The joy is three-fold:
For there is the memory of that half pie already consumed.
There is the anticipation of that pie yet to be eaten.
And there is the pure bliss of contemplating the half pie in the fridge that simply is.
three comments:
Yum, know just what you mean.Oh, and btw, a nice lady tried to teach me to spin at an heritage museum we visited whilst on holiday. Great fun! But then, she left for a dental appointment. She left me in charge of her spinning wheel and told me to teach my children. Oh, I don’t think so, I skulked off, ashamed not to have even tried. I was befuddled, but I’d love to try again. More slowly! x
Louise () (link) - 23 July '07 - 22:03
Mmmmm!! What kind of pie is it? Looks good anyway ;-P xxxxDenise () - 26 July '07 - 11:22
Ah, but I’m contemplating the half pie in the fridge (it’s cherry) but it doesn’t belong to me so I can’t eat it.
Daisy () (link) - 26 July '07 - 21:12











