My dear friend Tara turned me on to the blog Baked Bree. And boy has it gotten me in trouble. Big, big trouble. Not only did I buy an ice cream maker, but I made this peanut butter pie. Oy! Sam was (as you can see) a HUGE fan. Ben was not so much, but he claims he does not like peanut butter—craziness—I know. So he asked for an apricot, which Sam had to have as well and for some reason felt compelled to eat it like a Greek God. I really liked the dessert, but I must admit it was WAY too rich for me. Lula begged, but she came up empty pawed.
