So I am forced to use my stove and the edge of my sink if I want to spread out a bit. (Remind me to tell you about the time I turned on the back burner instead of the front and then stood dancing indecisively in front of the burning bag of pretzels before deciding I should throw my glass of water on it.)
Anyway, the other day I was making a spaghetti pie and put my pie dish down on the desk for a second. When I turned back to get it I was greeted by nothing other than Posy Pie.
Posy thinking, what? You know I have a sweet fang.
And yes, mom, I did wash the pie plate before using it.