"Prometheus swept down from the heavens bringing the gift of fire. Wrong move." Robert Ludlum

So it's that time of year.
When gluttony rages in all of us.
When the housewives/husbands (it could happen!) freak out like a mad bull, focusing their ire on whoever speaks to them as they desperately try to finish this huge dinner.
When people come over...ooookay I got nothing for that.....But there is PIE!!

Glorious pie! This isn't turkey day folks! It's Pie Day!  (That was a link, in case you didn't know.)

You may ask,"Acez, why Pie Day?" I'll tell you: Turkey is dry and gravy isn't much help; pie, on the other hand, is moist, fluffy, and delicious, especially pumpkin pie.

Yeah, I said it: Pie is ownage and turkey is a n00b. Pie is like a king and turkey is only a lowly servant. Pie is a blessing and turkey is something that you go,"ehhhhh I'll have stuffing and mashed potatoes instead."

Pie: that's all you need to know. Now if you excuse me, I must go into hiding from my potentially dangerous  Mom and Sister.  They are REALLY freakin out, man!