It's Thanksgiving morning and I drowsily hear some tinkering sounds in the kitchen. I'm jolted awake by the realization that my pie crazed husband, Britt, is not in bed and the pies I baked the night before have been left out. I come out to find him "testing" the pumpkin pie. He wasn't sure it "looked right". Well, it took a few thin slices for him to confirm that it did indeed taste good and would be fine to serve at my brother's house that night.
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