Have I mentioned how you’re the best friend ever? Perhaps even EVAR?

It’s funny how that title seems to bounce back and forth between you and Lissell so frequently. I wonder if the pies have anything to do with it.

In any case, as you well know, I love ALL kinds of pie. It’s been a while since I’ve had homemade lemon meringue or key lime though, so my vote goes to either of those.

P.S. You rock.

Hey now! You’re trying to start a pie-war between me and Lissel so that you can reap the nummy spoils, aren’t you?

He’s like an arms dealer, but in reverse.

I found the missing pie pan. We only need one more, if Felicity’s going to make two pies.

You see, unlike the pie pan presently in use, the rogue pie pan is clear pyrex. It is my theory that it can turn invisible at will, thus eluding my dear wife. Otherwise, I would not have found it in the first place I looked.

This reminds me disturbingly of the cobbler fiasco last year. [shudder]

Felicity, I insist that you mail me a pie.

Cobbler fiasco? You have to relate the story now.

Do you care if it’s still pie when it gets there? I really don’t think pie would survive the mails.

I suppose if you froze it solid first and sent it refrigerated, it would get there in one piece. But I don’t know how good frozen and thawed pie would be.

Of course, FedEx’s Custom Critical service could get the pie there, in on piece, in 13 hours, without freezing it, for a mere $4140.93.

Umm. Pie. Mail. Cookies?

My main intent was not actually to be able to eat the pie, but rather to have it traverse the mails—sort of a ritual thing.

Of course, if one really, really wants to get into all this business of actually being able to use the items one receives in the mails, then Felicity’s suggestion is quite practical. (Although I like the idea of using a Custom Critical service to mail a pie.)

haha! I shall thwart his plan, and only make cobbler!


;-)

Separate but equal baked goods?

So what you’re saying is that you feel jealous of my friends here and want a token of my friendship.

I think you’ll win my love just as easily with cobbler as you will with pie. So there.

Wait! So you’re saying there does exist a thing that is as good as pie? Isn’t that blasphemy or summat?

Oh, you were there. I was cooking dinner for some professor or other and we needed a bunch of cobblers for dessert, and all my glass pie pans disappeared and I had to go tearing through the house begging for more, searching the dorms, and so on. And then I had to go find triple sec for my apple cobbler, and vodka for my cherry-blueberry cobbler, and I ended up… ahem borrowing it from some guy’s window bar in hitchcock and bringing it back to the house in travel mugs…all in all, a very sordid occasion. But it all turned out okay, even if I did have to keep moving the pans around because the ovens still weren’t heating evenly.

cough No! Of course not! However could you think such a thing?

pat pat I’ll make cookies.

Some guy you knew? Or just removing his window screen and making free?

Well, I sort of knew him.
Well, okay, Nick Eddy knew him.
And he said it was okay to take whatever I wanted.
But he was really drunk.
But I say that if you get that drunk in a public area, you deserve whatever anyone talks you into.

Felicity, what shame. Would any of your friends ever make demands of you just as a token?

And could you make it a chocolate-crusted lemon meringue?

shrug I mostly just like to demand things and see where it gets me.

Heh. Well, at least you’re less violent than some people I’ve met who seem to think that if you’re drunk, you deserve whatever people do to you, and let that be a lesson.

Of course, the issue of permission and theft is irrelevant, because you’re already committing a chaotic act by bringing booze into the House to begin with, ja?

That exists? Wow.

And sorry, you, too, are outside pie range. I’ll start making a cookie list.

Matt says they send a man with white gloves. I like this idea, too. It makes my pies seem v. important.

Well, at least I assume so. They call it white glove service. It may just be a marketing term, but if I pay over $4000 to ship something, I want the fedex guy to actually wear white gloves, damnit.