Pecan Pie

Now that the second big-eating holiday is over (Halloween was the first, in case you were wondering), I find myself with a pan of pecan pie only about 1/4th eaten. The pie is too rich to eat more than a half-slice at any one sitting. Dee won't eat any--she doesn't like pie (!). So it's all up to me. One golden, sugar-saturated-gooey-pecan-filled morsel at a time, walking the tight-rope between sugar-high and sugar-crash. Yep, it's only 10 o'clock in the morning, and I'm already thinking about the tiny piece of pecan pie I'll be eating tonight. Oh yes.