Open Letter to Pie

An Open Letter to Pie

Dear Pie,

You are way too easy. Play hard to get or something. It takes like five minutes to put one of y'all together, another hour of baking and cooling, and it's all over. Seriously, what the heck? It's not even as if you contain exotic ingredients that aren't sitting around my kitchen. I mean really. It helps that I'm now out of frozen blueberries from the summer, but not really because Henry loves apples, and we always have a lot of those around.

You're killing me.

Love, Virginia

Ps: why anyone would ever buy you from a store is beyond me now that I know how you like to just become in any old kitchen. Mmmmmmm, pie.