I made a crumble last night, but was too full to eat it, so I wrapped it up instead, nice and snug, and trudged on home. Crumble is pie, by the way. As the foremost pie expert of the universe, I’m telling you, it is.
This morning, it looked like something Martha Stewart might concoct, maybe. If she was a hobbit. Man, wouldn’t life be awesome if Martha Stewart was a hobbit? Wouldn’t it improve her likeability enormously? I would buy ALL HER SHIT.
Anyway, best breakfast ever.