I like to take food with me when I travel for six hours. I ate the apples, I THOUGHT I ate all the bananas, but when we got to my Uncle Paul's house, I found a spotted straggler banana that didn't look like much compared to Paul's pretty yellow banana collection.
But to my surprise, Paul greeted my lowly banana with the greatest compliment a food item could enjoy. "That's a perfect pie banana!"
Scanning the fruit, I asked, "Really?"
"Really," Paul insisted. "That one is sweet."
So Paul made banana cream pie.
Do I really have to spell the moral out for you?
You've got it.
EAT THE PIE!
What's your favorite pie flavor? (My Dad's favorite flavor was the round one.)