Popcorn hates me.

I love popcorn. It tastes delicious. And you can throw it at people (like rocks! but edible! and less damaging).
But.
Every time I eat popcorn, I cut the top of my mouth. Now, I can eat anything sharp you'd like (well, edible stuff at least), corn chips, hard taco shells... well, that's my list I guess of sharp things I eat. But. Popcorn? Every single time I end up with a cut on the roof of my mouth. I don't even know what the popcorn is doing up there. Hand to tongue to teeth to throat, no? Apparently, no. So now I have this cut in my mouth, again. And I'm wondering if popcorn is even worth it. But I bought a lot of popcorn a couple weeks ago, so I feel like I have to use it up. Or I could give it to people. But then if I'm hungry and I don't have anything else and I've given away all my popcorn, what will I do? Be hungry, I guess. Which is lame.

I haven't made pie in awhile.
Successful pie types: Strawberry, blueberry, apple, pumpkin, pineapple
Honorable mention: Banana.

I don't even like banana (as a flavor, so that's totally singular) that much. I don't know why I made banana pie. But it wasn't a cream pie and it was sweet enough and everything, it just tasted really strongly of banana. Which is why it is not on the successful list. Because I don't like banana.

The pineapple turned out surprisingly delicious, though. I've never eaten grilled pineapple, but I've heard fantastic things about it and thought 'why not'? So I googled it and look at that, people have made warm pineapple pies before. Warm pies are totally different from cream pies, by the way. I say warm pie as in what you probably think of when you think of "apple pie." Cream pies, to me, include any type of cold pie, but people look at you funny if you say 'cold pie'. And they're all like "well, pumpkin pie is good cold" and I'm all "no, that's a warm pie."
It's in the process, people. You don't cook a cream pie. Or cold pie. Or snazle. Whatever you want to call it.
I guess a merange pie fits under the cold pie title. But I don't really know because I've never made one. I tried a custard pie once, but I made the wrong type of custard. It totally matters. If you make a custard pie? Make sure you're making the right kind of custard. I didn't even know there were different kinds of custards before that. Well, I still don't really know, but I'd rather blame the custard than my own baking skills.

Which are pretty awesome, by the way.

And pie is a great way to meet people. If you walk around with a warm (or, you know, cold) pie in a nonthreatening manner and offer it to people (nonthreatening in that they don't think you've laced the pie with something), you're sure to make some quick friends. I don't know why you'd want to make friends with random people on the street, but, anyway, it'd probably work.
Unless you need a license for that. I don't know.
I don't sell pie on the street.

I might eventually sell pie out of a building, but I don't know.

I am so looking forward to Christmastime when I'll have access to my parents' kitchen, because they have a cutting board and things like wax paper. And I'm going to make croissantes. Because I miss good croissantes. I can't find any good ones here and I always compare them to the ones I've made in the past.
Maybe my memory is all biased, but it still ends with the fact that I don't eat croissantes anymore.
Or pie.
Because my pie is better.

My pie brings boys to the yard, it's that good. Maybe not all of them, but enough for me.