There has been a lot of talk lately about pies. Not just here, on a few other blogs as well. And all this talk of pie made me want to eat some. But in true omarphillips.net fashion, I took it a step further. I made a pie. Then ate it.

Important Note - For those out there in the World Man's Organization (WMO) who are thinking about contacting the authorities to get my WMO man card revoked, please know there were power tools and beer in the kitchen while I was making the pie.

While I'm not lost in the kitchen, I had never made a pie before. After much careful deliberation, I decided to make a pumpkin pie. I found a few recipes, got some advice from friends, then made a trip to the store for supplies. Because it was my first effort at pie, I bought a crust instead of trying to make my own. My name ain't Emeril. It's Omar.

The actual making of the pie was relatively uneventful. There were no mishaps that resulted in me getting flour all over my face or anything like that. This is mainly because no flour was required to make the pie. If flour was necessary, I have no doubt that it would have been all over my face. Anyway, the only thing that didn't go as planned was that there was way more filling than there was crust. I was just blindly pouring the filling into the crust until I realized that it was overflowing. Oops. I had to use a measuring cup to scoop out some of the excess. Lesson learned.

An hour or so later, the pie was complete (dark areas on the crust indicate spots where the filling had spilled over).

So how was it?

My wife had never tried pumpkin pie before, so the bite she took out of one of my slices of pie was her first. As she tasted it, she said, "you like this?" I should note that she was referring to pumpkin pie in general, not specifically my pumpkin pie. She was just surprised I like the taste. My interpretation of her response was that she loved it.

The boy had also never tried pumpkin pie before. I gave him a small bite. His response was typical for his first experience with a food, he spat it right back out. I gave him a minute to evaluate the taste, then tried again. The second time, he chewed it, his eyes opened wide, and said "mmmmmm." I interpreted that to mean that he loved it so much that he wanted dad's pumpkin pie for every meal.

The remainder of the pie was eaten by me, and I thought it was the best pumpkin pie I've ever tasted. Three tasters, three "thumbs up" reviews. The success of this piemaking experience has made me want to try again. I originally was planning a "Pie of the Week" event, but then I thought that might be a little bad for my waistline. Instead, I decided on making a "Pie of the Month." Next up, I'm thinking apple. Maybe pecan.

Oh, and next time, I'll try to get a few more reviewers.