
The truth is, I could eat a whole pie myself but I didn’t appreciate being the target of all the fussing that came behind it. “Girl, is you done ate the whole pie? Leave a little. Everybody wants some...” So, I ate in small sliver slices, making several trips to the kitchen when no one was looking. It actually tasted better than a mouth full of sweet potato mush; and with coffee in the morning- it was breakfast. I took a pie to college once. My roommate said, “Don’t you want to wrap it up and refrigerate it so it will be fresh for tomorrow?” It never occurred to me that a pie could last longer than a few hours...