Kiss My Knits!

Coconut Cream Pie

“Emily, that pie’s for Grandpa.”
(Pulls back her finger, which has made a little dent in the meringue) “Okay.”
“How is it?”
“It’s good!”

Less than five minutes later, she pads into the kitchen again, and I hear her stop right in front of the pie.

“Emily, what are you doing?”
“I’m just testing to see if it’s still hot.” (She knows it’s not.)
“Oh, you are, are you?”
“Yeah.”

So I scrape her off a little sliver of meringue, which she eats.
“I’d better test another place.”
I scrape off another small piece. “That’s all we’re going to have.”
(Walking away) “Yep, it’s cool enough.”

Heh. I’d better get the pie in the fridge. The temptation is just too much.