Best Night Ever!

Last night I made brownies, and then I went over to the institution known as "MAMA's house," where they had strawberry rhubarb pie. I was offered some pie, but, thinking of my cooling brownies at home, and my fat gut, I declined. Trying to explain this bizarre behavior, I started off saying, "Two desserts in one night would be..." and the end of this sentence was kindly supplied for me: "...the best night ever!" They know me too well at MAMA's house.

I never did try the brownies because it was too late by the time I got home to be consuming five hundred calories in one go. Also, I made SEVERAL errors in the recipe, so I was not wholeheartedly eager to try what I can only refer to as a culinary experiment.

However, if the brownies end up all right, I have a second chance at The Best Night Ever, because today a freelance client brought me an apple pie. Please, witness the miracle of the apple pie:

Looking at this pie objectively I'm inclined to believe that it is probably the most delicious-looking apple pie I have -- nay, anyone! has -- ever encountered. I've already been spoiled for all future freelance projects. Now I fear I am spoiled for all future pie.