This morning I am going to make a Derby Pie.
I actually had not planned on making a pie for Thanksgiving this year, just the broccoli casserole and sweet potato casserole.
A few days ago Nate started waging a very subtle compaign in favor of Derby Pie. It started a few days ago with him just asking me if I was making it this year. Of course I said no. About ten minutes later he asked again. Shockingly my answered had not changed, but that right there should have been my first clue.
The next time I heard about it he was on the phone with his mom and I heard him say “yes, I think she is making a Derby Pie this year,” which I thought was funny since I still hadn’t planned on making one.
Yesterday was when I decided he was really quite serious about his Derby Pie. He stopped at the store on the way home to pick up biscuits for a “brunch-giving” we’re having with some friends on Friday. He came home with four bags of groceries. As soon as I saw the vanilla ice cream I knew that the rest of the groceries were the ingredients for the pie, and that I would indeed be making Derby Pie this year.
I mean I certainly don’t mind, but apparently I need to start taking his hints more seriously!
So here I am, awake by myself at 7:45 and thinking that maybe this pie would be a really nice smell for him to wake up to!
That and I’m bored. It’s a Thursday morning and there is nothing on TV!
Happy Thanksgiving, guys!