When you know I have to make pies, and you know there’s, well not a time crunch, but certainly not time to lounge around either, I think it’s so nice of you to wait until I’m in the messiest part of baking to start making your lunch.
I mean, we all know how lonely a two bedroom apartment can get when there’s three people in it. And our kitchen is just huge. So I appreciate the company. I really do.
And, this way, when people ask what the secret to my pie is, I can tell them tuna water and pickle juice.
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