We've had a lot of pie here lately. I'm not sure why. It's a phase or something.
So the other evening we went for dinner - me, Spike & our friend Kelso. Stopped at the grocery store to get pie on the way home.
And saw ... this ...
I thought it sounded gross. They thought otherwise. In fact, don't tell them I said this, but they started drooling, right there in the grocery store. There was delighted speculation that maybe there'd even be a pancake in the middle of this pastry.
Eewww. Spike made me try a bite, sure that I would change my mind. Louie tried some too.
He took one sniff and refused to even open his mouth.
Maple. Syrup. Pie.
It's just wrong.