
It's peanut butter pie. I made it. It's delicious. Well actually, that has yet to be proven as it is currently in my freezer getting all frozen so I can eat it right up. I'm so excited. The thing is that the recipe said to use 16 oz of whipped cream, but I only used 8. And you know what? It looks reals good, and I even had myself a little taste, and I think an extra 8 ounces is overrated.
You know what else though? After I finished making the pie, I cleaned right up the mess I made. Because that's what my mom taught me to do. I also did the rest of the dishes, because what-the-heck the sink was so full!
But making pie made me reminisce about Pushing Daisies. That was a good show. Remember? I wish it didn't get cancelled.