I spent the weekend out in Pennsylvania at my parents farm... My crazy aunt (everyone has one don't they?) and a family friend were also up from Florida... My family has the possibility of being highly frustrating at times as I'm sure everyone's does... And while I'm sure I'm not alone in this particular situation, it always drives me batty... Let me explain briefly...
My family likes to eat... I mean they all love food to the extreme... Most of the members of the family could stand to loose a few pounds, but for the most part that's all... Of course they all complain about having to loose that weight, and how har it is to keep it off if they manage to do so... That's all fine up to the end of the meal... At the end of any given meal (well not breakfast) comes desert... I've grown up like that so it doesn't seem odd, nor do I find an issue with the concept... Where I go off the rails is when there are 7 people at the table and there are no less than 8 different deserts... Not 8 kinds of cookies... Last weekend it was either pie or cake... All fresh made... And there were plans for different deserts the following day... Did I miss something?.. While I could eat an entire pie if I had to, that's not normal naturally... I tend to have a piece of one kind of pie... The others tend to have smaller pieces of two kinds... So in a given day, its possible I suppose to kill perhaps a third of that many deserts... Why in the world would you make something else for the next day?... Why make that much to begin with?... Hey, I love desert, but I'm really willing to commit suicide by desert...
Step away from the pie....