A leetle addictive. Just a smidge.
This is how I got cooking done over the last two days:
(Also, when I am caught up in a book like this, I don't really cook, per se. It's, you know, pasta and sandwiches. That sort of thing.)
This is me stirring the filling for a Coconut Cream Apology Pie. It's a little different from a regular coconut cream pie in that one only makes this particular pie when one has been really obnoxious to one's dear husband for no good reason at all and then that husband is gone for the day without a cell phone and the obnoxious wife feels really bad because she can't call to apologize so she makes his favorite pie instead.
And the dear husband forgives the obnoxious wife even BEFORE he sees the Coconut Cream Apology Pie. That's love.
It was good pie. Still is. It's in the fridge and calling to me, so I'm thinking the neighbors might be getting a few slices of pie. No need to make myself sick on top of it all.
(p.s. I know it looks like the book was pretty close to the burners, but I was careful. No worries.)
This is my 100th post of the year! Who the heck is reading this blog? I know who some of you are, but sometimes I get 30 or 40 people visiting this site a day (I know! Eat your heart out, Perez Hilton.) and I don't know who you are. If you are so inclined, leave me a comment so I know who's reading. I'm just curious.