Now that you have that song stuck in your head for the rest of the day...
Let me tell you about my Thanksgiving misadventures in pie making...
The pic is pretty blurry because I took it with my (ancient) cell phone...
but you can probably tell, it's a pumpkin pie, face down, in the floor, covered with shattered pie plate.
I usually bake my pies on baking sheets, to keep them from bubbling over onto the bottom of the oven. The timer went off, I grabbed the fireplace gloves (I was rushing around doing a zillion things at once), and took the baking sheet and pie out of the oven.
The gloves, I had failed to notice, had a hole in the finger. I got burned. I flinched. I watched as, in slow motion (or so it seemed), the hot pie slid off the baking sheet, tumbled through the air, and landed with a huge SPLAT and CRASH, face down in the floor.
I suffered a brief episode of Tourette's, or maybe it was just sailor mouth, as shards of glass and hot pie filling sprayed my kitchen.
I snapped the cell phone pic and sent it to Eöl. I could hear the wailing and lamenting 12 miles away.
I was a bit more careful with the other pie, which thankfully made it to the table for Thanksgiving.
And now, every time we hear that Taio Cruz song, we change the lyrics:
I throw my pie up in the air sometimes
That's a hot pie
This is what memories are made of. :)