A couple of days ago my husband had a bad day at work and asked if he could have a chocolate pie. Because I love him I said yes.
And then I whipped up this baby.

From scratch.
And I beat the meringue by hand. I don't have a mixer.
BY HAND.
Can I have my wife of the year award now, please?
And then I whipped up this baby.
From scratch.
And I beat the meringue by hand. I don't have a mixer.
BY HAND.
Can I have my wife of the year award now, please?
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