Ever the amiable sort, The Mister agreed that I should bake him such a pie, one with caramel or fudge, or some such goop. Looking through Magpie, we settled on S'Mores Pie with a granola crust and homemade marshmallows.
|Cake on birthday|
The food bank had a sculpture contest with a food truck festival to promote the new food and resource center. As we were drumming up support for the crab, we ordered Millionaire's Pie from a grilled cheese food truck, without knowing what Millionaire's Pie entails. During Year of Pie I order whatever new pie comes my way.
As soon as we bit into the pie, The Mister commented exactly what I was thinking, "Bloat* in pie form." It was something.
|Millionaire's Bloat Pie|
*Bloat is anything called a salad that include mini-marshmallows, cool whip, marshmallow creme, pudding, or some combination of the above. I was well into adulthood before I realized this term is not in widespread use.
|Marshmallows roasted on gas burmer|
|45! (Mister's age, not the President)|