I'm a little embarrassed to share the following picture with you:WAS a Costco pumpkin pie. And do you want to know why I feel a little bit sheepish?
I'll tell you: Not one solitary soul ate another piece of that pie besides me. NOT ONE. And it only took me a few days to polish it off. I'm drooling whipped cream. Ahhh, the sweet caloric goodness of autumn.
In case you haven't had the pleasure of indulging in a Costco pumpkin pie, let me tell you something: these pies are big enough to feed a small country. You can see from the picture that this piece of heaven dwarfs our 4-slice toaster.
Mel noticed the empty tin and bought me another pie yesterday. It is reasonable to expect that my blood stream is turning orange.