Apparently I’m not smart enough to know what alcohol smells like when it’s in a chocolate pie.
It was a really good pie.
I ate a third of it.
I found out the next morning when the baker left me a message, concerned about Felicity getting it through my breastmilk.
Felicity should have slept more.
So, who was the fabulous, choco-booze baker anyway? LOL, sure you’ll recover.
Love you
Mom
Oops!!!! 😉 I promise I won’t bake you any alcohol pies!