I sort of felt bad using the frozen Marie Callendar's pie crust for the canned Libby's punkin pie I made today, because my mom taught me how to make pie crust and she just had it nailed, she was so deft the way she pinched around the edge...you know. And when the fuck do I make a pie anymore? Never. Once a year, maybe. I just don't have the muscle memory, or the desire to eat all that sugar every day for a week.
The other thing, I gave Jackson a choice: devil's food cake or angel's food cake? One is dark, one is light. One is round and solid, one is fluffy and has a hole in the middle: "So if you were made of food," he reasoned, "you could use it as a halo."
(Devil's food it is.)