This is a rather inane post, but I have to write about something, and I don't feel like going into the deep end of the blogging pool.
I'm salivating as the aroma of an in-the-oven pecan pie fills the house. I fully admit to a sweeter than average (whatever that median is) tooth. Ok, tongue and taste and brain. The tooth part is a puzzle.
I'm a dessert fiend. Chocolate is my favorite, but anything sweet sends me into ecstasy. It takes the greatest of willpowers to limit my intake. I can fully empathize with over-indulgers. If I didn't exercise so much, I'd be looking like that round mound of pie dough I had balled up.
I especially like pies. One must, in order to work so hard at making one up--first the crust, then the filling. This particular pie is my own specialty, never seen in a cookbook. I add persimmon pulp, halving the corn syrup. I like the taste and texture of it.
For all the work involved, I plan to eat the whole thing by myself--over time, of course! I'll be generous in some other way to resolve my guilt feelings. However, I would share a sliver for any of my blogger friends. There's the buzzer!