p is for pleasure

I recently stopped at a farm market and bought some bruised peaches.

I had a lovely time baking a peach pie.

The crazy thing is...

I live with three people who don't really care for pie.

(I really have a difficult time writing that fact. It's almost impossible to believe.)

I never realized how much I appreciate a good, homemade fruit pie...

until I lived away from home.

I have three pie discoveries to share:

1) Some people don't like pie

2) Many people have only eaten "bad" pie (store pie = "bad" pie)

3) Very few people make their own pie crust

Thanks to Naomi's recommendation I also baked a little hand pie...
which I ate
all.by.myself.

Anyway- I found pleasure in taking my peach pie to work to share with my colleagues... 

I figured I could find at least 6 or 8 people in the office who would LOVE a piece of homemade, fresh peach pie.

and,

I did.