love of pie

I am in serious need of a chocolate cream pie from Pie Gourmet in Vienna (only the best pies on the face of this earth). I stopped and got a slice last weekend but Steve ate half of it - then asked, with chocolate still on his face, why I didn't just get a whole pie? Don't mess with me, buddy. I contemplated shelling out $23 for a big 'ole pie... but I'm afraid of how much I might eat. My guess: between the two of us, the pie would have been gone by Sunday evening.

I would have savored every single bite.