Pie For Thee, and Some For ME

Breaking news from last week's emergency casino trip! VAL HAD PIE!

You might remember how Hick always has pie. I haven't had pie for months. Maybe since last year. I'm not keeping count. I just remember not having pie since The Pony has been home to join us for our casino trips, and that was in May. Of course there WERE NO trips to our new favorite casino between March and May. So it's been a long time since I had casino pie.

It was meant to be. We got in line, and Hick looked at the pie slices in the cooler case, and said, accusingly, 

"Huh. Only ONE kind of pie today?"

"Yes. I think it's what they had with the hamburger special the other day, for our 8th Anniversary. So that's what we have."

Heh, heh. Might as well say, "WE'RE GETTING RID OF LEFTOVERS!"

I suppose that's allowed. I know a casino is not like a school, where NO leftovers are to be served, yet they are anyway. Heck, Hick would probably open up a container of pie if he found it on top of the dumpster. Kind of like eating an eclair on a doily on top of a magazine in the wastebasket.

Anyhoo... the pie was all apple, and the price was 2 SLICES FOR $3. Of course we got two! I offered to split the second one with The Pony, but he declined. So now I'll show you a picture of MY PIE!

I'd have gotten a photo of Hick's pie, too, but you might notice that it's conspicuously absent from the background of the picture, where only the empty container remains, stuffed with a used fork, and the cellophane wrapper.

Can you guess what Hick ordered for lunch?

A CHEESEBURGER! Oh, come on! Like you didn't know that in your sleep. I lobbed that question up there like a big fat slow-pitch softball, dropping right over the plate, for a chubby, out-of-shape, has-been, in heather gray sweatpants with the elastic ankles, to swat over the left field fence.

The Pony surprisingly picked the pulled pork sandwich special.

I gotta say, I was terribly jealous! LOOK at all that pork! Much more generous a serving than Hick and I had when WE got the pulled pork sandwich special several trips ago. But mostly, I'm jealous of the BBQ SAUCE! We never got that. Not even on our pulled pork. Oh, and I'm not thrilled with Hick sliding the table trash over into frame as I was taking the picture. The Pony couldn't eat all his sandwich, so left a scrap of Texas toast, and about a third of the meat. Hick shoveled it down his gullet rather than ask for a take-home box.

I went back to my old favorite, the Philly Cheesesteak.

 

 

I also had a generous portion. As you can see, they served the sandwich and tater tots separately this time. I devoured the meaty cheesy part, and left most of the toasted roll. Sadly, some tots were also left behind, even though The Pony sampled a few. 

In retrospect, the pie may have been a mistake, because I was STUFFED! Still, it's not like we go to the casino every week. Oh, wait...