09-14-2005, 02:29 AM
Lady Vashj,Sep 13 2005, 09:13 PM Wrote:But I would need a somewhat larger refrigerator. I couldn't fit the pie around the stuff in my fridge right now, and I can't move any of it.
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Then apply math skills, and prepare about 1/4 (or less, not sure) of one package of pudding mix. Put the rest in to a ziplock bag to keep it fresh.
Pour mix in to a mini pie shell, about 3 inches.
Get a cooler and fill it full of freezer packs. It will keep a pie for a good long while.
PIE. Make no excuses. There is always room for pie. It is a nurturing soul food that everybody needs every once and a while. It keeps the spirits up and is a small but valuable creature comfort in dark times.
With out pie, life is empty.
That is the one constant in my fridge. There is almost always, with out fail, some sort of pie or cheesecake sitting in there. Might be pinto bean pie, might be a pecan pie, might be a cherry pie, might be a blueberry walnut pie, or it could be a cherry cheesecake. Lately, there has been a hell of a lot of sweet potato pie in there. One can never have to much sweet tater pie. It is physically impossible.
Making the pie is theraputic, and self rewarding. Having pie around, even a mini pie, greatly improves your social life. Friends like having friends that can make pie. For whatever reason. Friends in trouble like to be comforted with pie. In college, when youth are far from home, pie is a taste of home, a reminder. Men are attracted to women that can make pies. Women go start raving bananas for a man that can make pie, and a good piece of cheesecake will get you in to a woman's drawers right quick.
There are a million reasons to keep a pie around.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."