Pie Yesterday, Pie Today

I made a butterscotch pie yesterday. No reason, except I felt like making and then eating a pie. I love pie. Joe pointed out that it had been a while since I'd made one. True! We're in-between seasons for fresh fruit, so butterscotch it was. I like the pie's flavor, but the custard filling is thickened with flour and I don't think it cooks out all the way, so it has kinda a floury feel to me.

That didn't keep me from having two slivers last night and one this morning. I got up, got dressed, made coffee, ate Trader Joe's Honey Nut Os with sliced strawberries, and then a sliver of butterscotch pie. That's how I feel about pie--eat it while you got it. Pie is one kind of food that does not improve with age.

This weekend we got ZERO wedding planning accomplished. That's kind of okay with me, which is sort of scary. It's a small wedding, it's not like we have a million things to attend to. We did come up with the idea to take a big road trin instead of honeymooning in Hawaii. Hawaii would be great if it didn't put us into a small amount of debut, which it will. I think I'd rather go into debut over other things, like a trip to South America or Europe. Joe agrees.

I'm the first one here at the office this morning. I love it. I have all of this time to do stuff--email, blog, tidy--and half of it's not even related to work. But it makes me feel like I've accomplished a lot, like a work placebo. I think it's good for efficiency.