That's right, folks. Underneath all that whipped cream is a piece of pie. Who would've thought? This atrocity of synthetic sweetness and Thanksgiving leftovers is the product of my father's attempt to satisfy his sweet tooth. It seems that over the years he has become more lax in regards to the amount of sugar I am allowed to intake after dinner. What an interesting development... Perhaps it is to test my self-restraint. Of course, he of all people should know that I have no self-restraint when it comes to dessert. ;)
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Trust me, this was *very* good.
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