This is the perfect time of year for a warm piece of pie with a scoop of ice cream on top. Slowly the ice cream melts and cascades over the crisp crust, enticing every taste bud in your mouth. You have the perfect combination, with a taste of heaven thrown in. That is, of course, if you’re not on a diet and it makes no difference at all if you are overloading yourself with carbs and sugar.
You could remove the crust and just eat the innards I suppose, but then you’d need to eliminate all the sugar, which would take care of the innards and the ice cream, so what’s the point? One day a year, we should be able to enjoy a piece of pie, right? I mean they’ve designated a day for just that thing. I think it’s our duty to respect the person who thought it up. That person actually spent some time setting up an actual holiday for just that purpose.
There’s a pie shop in our town, which offers free pie on Wednesdays with the purchase of a meal. This might be just the right time to enjoy the deliciousness. I will go in and have a salad, with no bread, a glass of water and a scrumptious piece of French silk pie for dessert.
This is the mind of me, when I’m on a diet. I try to rationalize all the reasons why I should eat something that isn’t diet worthy. What’s one day going to matter? I can always start again tomorrow. In fact tomorrow is Belly Laugh Day. I’ll bet I can burn off every calorie by laughing my head off.