A New Level of Achievement in Pie

Last night, in our kitchen, my girlfriend re-invented the wheel. Well, not the wheel, exactly, or at least not literally. Though she is quite skilled in the craftly arts and could probably build you a fine-looking wheel if she felt like it, that was not the event that took place. Also, she probably wouldn't build a wheel, re-invention or otherwise, in our kitchen; sanitation issues abound. Furthermore, by using the phrase "re-invented the wheel," it's implying that she did something earth-shatteringly innovative, like harnessing the power of cold fusion or discovering a way to convert lead into gold. While, again, she could probably do those things if she put her mind to it (wicked smart, her), her accomplishment of last night was more along the lines of a culinary innovation that, for me at least, threw open the doors of perception and ushered in a brave new world of tastetacular awesomeness.

I am speaking of (and it's hard to do so without shedding joyful tears)... Eggnog Pie.

That's right. A pie made up, primarily, of eggnog. Feel free to take a minute to find your socks because no doubt they've just been KNOCKED THE FUCK OFF!!!

Imagine if you will a cold, frothy, cinnamon-sprinkled glass of eggnog. Now imagine a slice of delicious, custardy pie. Now, put both of those things in to Seth Brundle's teleportation pod from The Fly and crank that baby into high gear. What you'll get is Christmas with a crust, the holiday spirit cut into wedges, 'tis the season that you can eat with a fork!!!

I'm so excited about this pie, I can hardly stand it!!!

Beats the ever-lovin' crap out of fruit cake, that's for sure.