Once, just months ago, I sat in this or an identical chair as I felt rise in me the strangest of urges. More than anything I wanted to make and to bake a pie. But not just any pie.
A bit of water damage and months spend free from a kitchen’s burden.
At least functional, the kitchen mostly repaired.
I seized my chance.
A hacked recipe.
Some time in the oven.
But what type of pie was this? Perhaps what types of pie were these?
Pumpkin? Coconut? Onion? Incorrect!
Carrot! Greatest of pies!