While Humble Bakery is a full bakery, and Jefe assures me they have a plethora of goods, I've only tried two of their pies (Thanksgiving, so Pumpkin and Pecan). The Pumpkin pie was the best Pumpkin pie I've had. Stick to the Pumpkin pie, or you'll be in great danger!
That Pecan pie... it's not for us mere mortals! These bakers have gone to far, and (like Prometheus before them) stole the pie recipe from the Olympians!
I want to eat the pie until I'm sick, then try to eat the pie to cure my stomach pains.
With this pie in hand, all your troubles melt away, as long as the pie lasts. But there's a dark cloud on the horizon... this pie does not last forever! You look down at the plate, debating lapping up the crumbs. You look over at the last slice on the dessert table. That last, unclaimed bit of pure joy. Then you look around the room. The others have tasted the pie...
Your dear, sweet mother. Your aged father. Neither of them is a threat.
The grandparents? Bah, they couldn't even make it to the table and you'd have the pie half-way down your gullet.
Aunts and uncles... you could push through them without any issue.
Your brother may pose a threat, but how dangerous can a marine *really* be?
Your sister? No, guile and deception won't win the day, here.
The kids table.. were there 4 there earlier? 5? Could their youth really allow them to be swift enough to gain them victory? No, they'd turn on each other.
Just... have to get that one last slice of pie.... read more