Can we talk about sweets for a minute?
I very rarely buy them for myself, but if they're within easy reach I can't stop myself. Zero willpower. It's a real problem.
Sara's homemade apple pie was the first to go. We said our goodbyes on Tuesday night, during an episode of New Girl. Twenty minutes later, I gave up any silly notions of waiting and finished the pumpkin pie, too.
That left two pies, both from Corey: storebought peach and homemade squash. I stuck the peach pie in the refrigerator and thew the squash pie in the trash, per Corey's instructions.
The peach pie went quietly, half on Wednesday, half on Thursday.
I was done with turkey, done with mashed potatoes, done with gravy, and I was finally done with pie.
On Friday, Michelle had everyone over to her apartment and we made cookies.
It was a lot of fun. We drank and talked and ordered pizza. Tony broke a wine glass. When it was all over, there were cookies everywhere you looked.