4 and 20 Blackbirds Baked In a Pie

If all goes as planned, I shall soon have more kitchen space than I do now, and I must say I am really looking forward to that.  It is very hard to cook with only one small square of counter.  Before I got my cats, I would just use my kitchen table as a prep space, but since the cats were never trained to stay off of the table (blushes!), doing any kind of food prep there became a no-no.  Cats gotta sample!

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.