We saw No Country For Old Men on Friday and it was amazing. I've never been more tense in a movie. But the ending was too David Lynch-ish for me, or I am not cerebral and arty enough.
I think I'll also make my Savannah High Apple Pie for Thanksgiving. Because I don't think we have enough food already. I'm going to have to start cooking tonight to get a start on it and then I hope we don't run out of room in the fridge for it all. Someone told me that this is more cooking than people up here usually do for Thanksgiving. I guess you can take the girl out of the south, but you can't take the south out of the girl. And once you go black, and it's all fun and games...and all that.
Check out my pie, it's big enough to choke a mule, wouldn't you say?
5 comments:
That is NOT a real pie. NO! That is naaahhhht.
Things are goin' my way when I'm walkin in my golden shoes!
HOLY PIE!
don't stop the grub! :) see you soon!
Holy pie. I don't need to know what's in that to know that I want to bury my face in it.
Oh shoot! Someone already said "Holy pie". I guess that's all you CAN say.
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