Pies...Pies...everywhere pies...

If you could be any pie… what kind of pie would you be and why?

“Only when he no longer knows what he is doing, does the painter do good
things.” --Edgar Degas

I think I would be an American Apple Pie… self explanatory really…

I am me… accept it or not.

I’d be an apple pie too, with ice cream. Why? Well, don’t pies all want to be eaten? :wink:

If all else fails, immortality can always be assured by spectacular error.
– John Kenneth Galbraith

I’d be a chocolate cream pie with Cool Whip topping.

You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.

Peanut Butter Chiffon pie, w/ chocolate crust and big curls of dark chocolate on top. Let’s face it, it’s a duded-up Reece’s bar.


So…what you’re saying is that you wanna get molested by a horny high schooler, then get caught by his father?

How Freudian. How…dirty. Heh.

< ducks and runs like there’s no tomorrow >

You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.

Cherry. (well, someone had to say it).

But seriously, I’d like to be a chocolate silk pie.

I think I am gonna have to stop at Denny’s after I get off work tonight.

Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.–Coleridge

I would be a warm Peach Pie… one with a scoop of hard ice cream melting over my warm scrumptious filling.

“Only when he no longer knows what he is doing, does the painter do good
things.” --Edgar Degas

a nice banana cream pie,with real cream!

We are on an irreversible path to democracy and freedom. But that could change-Dan Quayle

Tollhouse Pie.
Actually just had some for supper. We stuff ourselves with Thanksgiving dinner around 1 then have pies for the evening meal.

Anything as long as it ain’t mincemeat…

Q: What kind of pie would someone from West Virginia be?

A: Pump Kin!


Yer pal,

Okay, Satan. That clinches it. I am going to have to beat you senseless when you get to Dead Moans. Not all West Virginians keep it in the family…some of us are just the mutated results of generations that did. :slight_smile:

“One evening I pulled Beauty down on my knees.
I found her embittered and I cursed her.”
–Excerpt from Une Saison en Enfer
–A. Rimbaud

Blue-berries. (I gotta get out more.)

Pumpkin Cream Cheese delight pie. With pecans and chocolate on the top.

Ayesha - Lioness

There are two solutions to every problem : the wrong one, and mine
(Thomas A. Edison)

My own recipe: Acid Pie. No, it’s not mind-altering, just a really superbly tart lemon pie made without nasty meringue and with a fabulous yummy crust made of grahm crackers and Lorna Doones and butter.

It’s killer.


French silk pie. Or pumpkin pie. Why? Because all other pies are nauseating. Especially fruit pies, and especially apple–BLEAH!!! I don’t see how anyone can eat an apple pie… or any kind of cooked apple. Eww…

O p a l C a t

Chicken pot pie.

One cannot live on apple pie alone, though it would be fun trying.

Milk, eggs, and now apple pie! Oh, where is McCarthy when we need him? :stuck_out_tongue:

If I were a pie I’d be a burnt apple pie… originally well intentioned, and still yummy inside, but ruined by a blackened exterior.

Or maybe I’m a pecan pie… not something everyone would think to eat, but tasty if given a chance.

Or maybe I’m just a big, steaming, cow-pie.

The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.

Lemon pie. Tart but delicious.

BTW, can I have your recipe, Stoidela?

Sweet potato pecan pie

Magnificent to behold - Greatly to be praised.