After drooling all over the pictures of my friend’s birthday peanut butter pie on Homesteader’s Heart, I had to ask for the recipe.
And then I had to make it.
And after I gave the boys each a teensy weensy piece, I dished myself up a rather large piece on the sly.
Later, I had to come back for more because—well—just because.
And when I got up at 2 in the morning for a drink of milk, I had to eat a piece of the pie that was sticking out funny.
Had to, mind you.
It seems I’m totally powerless to resist it.
Even now, the quarter of the pie that is left in the fridge is calling to me.
No one on face book can answer my question. So I’ll ask you.
Why can’t broccoli call to me instead?? Lol!
You should try this pie. Seriously. It is DE-licious!!!
Thanks, friend, for giving me five more reasons to go back to CURVES this fall! Jeesh.