MY ode to PIE; My darling pie, how I miss your golden glow on my face, and your flaky crust that bought me such joy. Your warm sugary taste with that burst of fruit fulfillment was a divine experience each and every time we came together. Oh, my wonderful pie, we were sooo good for each other.
I knew your needs so well. My knowing touch with each ingredient, no need for a recipe, no need for measuring devices, never overworking your dough, I just knew how to bring you to the peak of perfection. Oh my darling pie we have been apart far to long, separated by that nasty heart attack. I miss you each day my beloved pie.
I declare to you that woman must not depend upon the protection of man, but must be taught to protect herself, and there I take my stand. ~Susan B. Anthony