I made a pumpkin pie

A little burned on top, really good on the inside



There's plenty of canned pumpkin in the Twickenham Tesco.

Dude, I zoomed in on the pie on the left and found this:
 

There's plenty of canned pumpkin in the Twickenham Tesco.

Strange. Although my Tesco got pumpkin back in because I asked for it, a couple weeks later it was pulled and said Tesco no longer sell it (even said so on their website). Now it just says the product is unavailable. Can't seem to hunt any down around me. Good thing I had made my own emergency puree out of Halloween pumpkins!

Dude, I zoomed in on the pie on the left and found this:
 

You're just jealous of my pie!  I knew it wouldn't be long before I heard from you.  I'm going to put you on my ignore list like Sirius.

If I was there and you left me in the room with those pies, when you got back there would just be the dishes to do!

I hear you trying to make my wife wash your dishes!  What about all that "tyranny of the patriarchy " we were hearing about a few months back?

My pie looked very similar. It was much adored at my department meeting I have 3 slices left to savour over the rest of the week.

I made three pumpkin pies for Thanksgiving and they were delish.  Still have a few slices left to eat (about to have one less when this is typed).  None of mine had a face in it as far as I know.  Poor effort on my part, really.

And the rest of the week became I forgot my breakfast and ate it at school lol

Last night I ate the very last piece.  It tastes even better after a few days in the fridge

Dude, I zoomed in on the pie on the left and found this:
 

HAHAHAHAHHAHAH  - That really made me laugh more than it should. 

HAHAHAHAHHAHAH  - That really made me laugh more than it should.

I was beginning to worry. Been a tough audience on here lately.

I was beginning to worry. Been a tough audience on here lately.

These are bleak times, and everyone is limping into the xmas break and, potentially, towards psychological collapse. For example, this year, I've arranged to have a festive medically induced coma until at least 3 Jan.

I want my coma to be caused by pumpkin pie. 

Good to see you back mr or mrs (I forget) seahorse.  I think about you whenever I walk by the sea container hotel on the south bank and see those great models of cargo ships in the bar.  I can try to get a picture if you'd like but I'm afraid Son of Sailor will oppress me again

You may not be a doctor, but your medical advice is sound. A food coma is healing endeavour for body and soul. Speaking of: must bring back Kazakh vodka from duty-free on this Zurich trip.

Let's go with Ms. For, truly, I am wedded only to the sea. Or at least the romantic notion of it.

I worked right on the corner of Upper Ground for two years while they were doing construction on Sea Containers and that ridiculous tower of flats. Nightmare. All day, every day, for two years: banging and juddering and clanging and traffic and whistles ... I can't actually rule out its influence on the determination that I hated working in that office and wanted to go self-employed.

Anyway, I've not been to Sea Containers now it's finished. Let's grab sonofasailor for a drink there and, if he dares oppress you, I'll chuck him straight into the Thames. Although your retribution might have to wait. Apparently, if you tell all your mates you're anti-social and grumpy, an air of exclusivity emerges, and you end up even more sought-after for plans.

P.S. I'm sorry to hear about your haunted pumpkin pie.