The Last Slice
Greetings home-slices, We have yet again broken our solemn vow to give you the goods in a timely manner, every Sunday night. This tragedy is one of Shakespearean proportions: we did not, in fact, consume this week's pie! And worse still, no pie may ever pass our Crusty lips again. Alas, our earlier hunch was confirmed—the lady doth protest to crusts. One Crusty Gal has been cruelly stabbed in the back by a catastrophic diagnosis of celiac's disease. In the words of Shakespeare, this was the most unkindest cut of all. Et tu, Glute? Our revels now are ended, but we have thoroughly enjoyed our time with you all. Thanks to the Honorary Crusty Gals and Guys who joined us on this page, and to Established for providing us with ample servings to compliment and critique, and of course an inflated sense of self-importance! Good bite, good bite! parting is such sweet sorrow, Two Crusty Gals
