People give me flack for not liking pie. As if I’m not American or something. My husband actually calls me a communist. That’s a little dramatic, I think.
This week, the week of Thanksgiving, is the worst time of year to hate pie. Everything seems to revolve around pie this week. Pumpkin pie, pecan pie, apple pie. None of it appeals to me. At all.
And then there’s the turkey, of course.
Yeah, I pretty much hate turkey too. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll eat turkey. I just don’t really like it. It’s not like the pie thing though.
I really, really don’t like pie. It’s the crust. I hate pie crust. And sweets in general actually.
Give me steak and potatoes any day. And bacon, of course.
The bacon loving usually makes up for the pie hating.
Steak and potatoes is American, right? Who said you have to like pie to be American anyway?