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My mother likes to tell the story of when she was first married and wanted to make a pumpkin pie for my dad.
She used a frozen pie shell and poured in a can of pumpkin pie mix. Popped it in the oven at the right temperature and when the time was up... The pie shell was nice and brown but the filling was still raw.
She left it in for a few more minutes... still raw.
A few more... still raw...
She thoroughly burns the pie shell... STILL raw.
Finally, re-checks the can... D'OH! You are supposed to add a number of ingredients to the stuff that comes out of the can.
She feels like an idiot. She can hear my dad pulling up in the driveway. She panics.
She grabs the "pie" and runs to the bedroom and stuffs it into a suitcase.
My Dad walks in and asks if something is burning...
She didn't reveal this to him until long, long after the divorce...
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