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Dreams and pie and other nonsense
Nov. 24th, 2007 04:54 pmI dreamt about hang-gliding. It was awesome. I also dreamt that Ivy03 went to a super-advance showing of Sweeney Todd and was horribly disappointed.
The first year I went to my inlaws for Thanksgiving, I brought Tollhouse pie. Some people ate it, and fell in love. The second time, those people dived for it, and most of the rest of the table tried it. This year, there was a large struggle in which everyone tried to get the pie to be set down on their side of the table, and we finally had to cut tiny slices for everyone. I've been informed that I have no choice but to make two next year.
Frankenpie came out well. I tried a new, experimental pie with a layer of cheesecake on the bottom and a layer of pumpkin on the top. When I took it out of the oven, the cheescake had managed to push its way up through the pumpkin in several spots, giving the pie a somewhat grotesteque appearance. Hence the label, Frankenpie. But the cheesecake fell again after cooling, and I managed to cover the scars with a ring of chopped chocolate/toffee/pecans. The pie came out beautifully and was delicious. Win!
Yesterday, I ran a Black Friday Gaming-with-nothing Mage special for Chuckro's friends. They were forced to go to Times Square by family members demanding certain Christmas presents. There, they found a Marauder who had been a Macy's employee, was fired for not having high enough Black Friday sales the previous year, and had then rigged stores all over the city to go horribly awry. The toys at Toys R Us came to life, the makeup at Sephora's turned people into monsters, the music played over the loudspeaker in Virgin Megastore turned people in Christmas zombies who ripped off every Christmas decoration and novelty sweater they could find and carried them triumphantly down the street, saying "Graaah. Holly?" Animated clothes were trying to throw Macy's executives from the top of Macy's to the street in Herald Square below. Disaster was narrowly averted by a monk thrown really really high, two teleporters pretending to be policemen, and an angry animated golf club. Brains were dashed onto the rooftop, and everyone went home for leftover pie.
The first year I went to my inlaws for Thanksgiving, I brought Tollhouse pie. Some people ate it, and fell in love. The second time, those people dived for it, and most of the rest of the table tried it. This year, there was a large struggle in which everyone tried to get the pie to be set down on their side of the table, and we finally had to cut tiny slices for everyone. I've been informed that I have no choice but to make two next year.
Frankenpie came out well. I tried a new, experimental pie with a layer of cheesecake on the bottom and a layer of pumpkin on the top. When I took it out of the oven, the cheescake had managed to push its way up through the pumpkin in several spots, giving the pie a somewhat grotesteque appearance. Hence the label, Frankenpie. But the cheesecake fell again after cooling, and I managed to cover the scars with a ring of chopped chocolate/toffee/pecans. The pie came out beautifully and was delicious. Win!
Yesterday, I ran a Black Friday Gaming-with-nothing Mage special for Chuckro's friends. They were forced to go to Times Square by family members demanding certain Christmas presents. There, they found a Marauder who had been a Macy's employee, was fired for not having high enough Black Friday sales the previous year, and had then rigged stores all over the city to go horribly awry. The toys at Toys R Us came to life, the makeup at Sephora's turned people into monsters, the music played over the loudspeaker in Virgin Megastore turned people in Christmas zombies who ripped off every Christmas decoration and novelty sweater they could find and carried them triumphantly down the street, saying "Graaah. Holly?" Animated clothes were trying to throw Macy's executives from the top of Macy's to the street in Herald Square below. Disaster was narrowly averted by a monk thrown really really high, two teleporters pretending to be policemen, and an angry animated golf club. Brains were dashed onto the rooftop, and everyone went home for leftover pie.
