Tough Crust

I ate close to half of the pie I made to make making the pie worth all that trouble. In this case, the making of the pie--the buying of the plate, the forgetting of the rolling pin, the carrying of the groceries, the waving of the tea towel wildly at the fire alarm, the dozens of phone calls home, the taking the pie out of the oven and putting it back in the oven over and over--maybe spent more calories than my eating it. Like the musk ox digging through the snow. Sometimes it just isn't worth all the effort. But sometimes it is.