Me, Myself and Pie...

I am dreaming about pie today. Hmmm. Pie. Blueberry. Apple. Pie. The other day while I was ironing, Charlotte and I watched a Food Network show about pie. It was about a pie contest to find the best pies in the country? Pies. Pies. Pies. All kinds. It was like pies gone wild. Seriously. Peanut butter chocolate. Raspberry. Apple caramel. Pie. Well, since we watched that show, I just can't stop thinking about pie. Now I am obsessed with pie. Crumbly crust. Juicy berries. Oh my.

Pie.

I am supposed to be cutting down on my sugar intake. Sugar has this nasty way of making me gain weight. Serious weight. And 6 years ago when I lost all of that weight (52 lbs, to be exact...), it was all about cutting out the sugar. So. Here I am again, cutting out the sugar. Boo hoo. Damn sugar. Here's the strange thing. Before I turned 40? (A million years ago...) I never even cared for the sweet stuff. I was a salty, crunchy girl. Always wished I could have a salt lick in my shoulder, just in case I needed a salty fix at a moments' notice. Ah. But, then suddenly when I hit the magic 4-0, it was like I was living in a game of Candyland or something. Now I am always craving something sweet. Cakes. Chocolate. Cookies. Soda. Oh my. And pie.

Pie.

There's something amazing about pie. Simple. Sexy. Smart. That crust. The filling.

Although I bake, I don't make pies myself. Too hard. I do make a damn fine caramel cake though. But I don't make pies. I have on several occasions been known to pay The Pie Peddler $23.00 for one pie. Oh my. Delicious. Unbelievable. Those pies are sinful. And $23.00. And I don't care because they are worth every penny. Every single penny.

Isn't it funny when you can't have something...that's when you want it the most? And now? I so want some pie. But here's the thing, when I was eating everything in sight a month ago, it could have been All You Can Eat Pie, a virtual pie cornucopia, or a pieapoolooza. But, sadly, I didn't even eat a slice.

I guess it's that way with so many things, right? If we can't have it, suddenly it seems so appealing? I wonder why that happens? Maybe it's because we don't appreciate it when we have it? I guess the last time I had pie I didn't realize that it might be my last piece for a long time. I didn't savor the flaky crust. I didn't linger over the perfect blueberry filling. I didn't know. I just didn't know.

Ah, but let me tell you. I know now. The next piece of pie I eat? I will cherish. I will remember. I will not take it for granted. And I will make it last. Because you never know do you when it might be the last time.

Okay, so no pie for me today, but at least a girl can dream, right. And for today? I will simply live and let pie.