I’m actually here to let you know that TJ pie has followed me.Made it to the cravings. Setteled on top and stayed there for three days.
And so these days need an energetic spa, a deep bone massage, wishfully a brain massage too,
And an apple pie. A buttery apple pie, With the flake, the crust, the crunch. The sweet and tangy sauce and that first chewy goey bite that melts the crunches themselves.
And. So. For. This. My apple pie is on the way.
So of course nothing of that happened and I had noway to find that perfect pie at 4 am
But I had to let you know how I felt at the exact moment.
But hours and hours later, here I was at the Italian Restaurant nearby, ordering my long awaited apple pie when some fettuccine carbonara sneaked themselves in there and those Italian herbed potato wedges didn’t rash and slipped there.
Having that with coffee in the morning, that’s for the photobombs.