My husband is slightly obsessed with pie.
That’s not a euphemism for anything, the man just really loves baking.
He has his favorite crust recipe memorized. He has a cookbook full of every pie recipe you could ever think of, even the really weird ones like sour cream and raisin. He is the kind of person who will just randomly turn to you out of the blue and say, “What do you think, should I make a blackberry pie?”
And you’re like, “Okay, but we’re four hours from home on a winding mountain road at the moment so that might be a little difficult.” And he’s like, “Oh I know, I meant when we get back.”
We take our baked goods seriously in the Nut house, and everybody knows it. At least, I thought everybody knew it.