I thought for sure that John would show up, fork in hand, on Saturday night when we cut into this ridiculously luscious pie. It's a graham cracker/pecan crust (made with a whole stick of butter!), topped with a layer of cream cheese whipped with sweetened condensed milk and lemon juice, topped with a layer of cooked blueberries. It was good last night, but even better for breakfast today.
See John, it was with authority when I wrote that Spork is only 99.99% evil. I am pure evil! ;-)
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I really have nothing constructive to say here other than I wanted to see follow-ups of John's (over) reaction.
There is only ONE reason that I didn't show up for this auspicious occasion. I WASN'T INVITED!!! For some unknown reason, I never find out about these things until it's too late. Actually, I could speculate about the reason, but, my mommy told me that if I can't say something nice, then, I souldn't say anything at all.
Another question, I have to bring my own fork, too? What kind of outfit is this, anyway!??
You didn't get the invitation? Huh. How weird! Must be a glitch in the postal system, or maybe the space-time continuum.
As for the "fork in hand" reference, I just assumed you function at the boy scout prepared level, much like Spork. His pocket knife includes a corkscrew and a pair of scissors, just in case.
And for what it's worth, this is definitely a second-rate outfit! :)
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