Some people are blessed by God - my neighbor could put away a pumpkin pie in a day, do it again the next day, and never gain an ounce.
She’s no longer ‘with us’; I like to think that she’s in the land of ‘Pumpkin-Pie-All-The-Time, Pittsburgh-Steelers-Perpetually-on-the-TV’ (her team.)
-JT
I’m watching another Pittsburgh team now. No pie here but I will see if Entenmann’s has any tomorrow.
I’m thinking of quitting my long-time job and smoking large pieces of various animals for a living. It’s what I live to do, anyway.
An old hydrogeologist boyfriend from 15yrs ago went every year to the Northern Rockies and brought down Elk, sawed off all the meat the locals wanted, shipped the mega-meat ribs back home, snacked on those for 6 months. He was on a list to king crab-trap, maybe that’s where he is today.