I spent a good hour making a pumpkin pie from scratch last night, using one of the pumpkins from our garden. I left it to cool overnight and then tried a slice for breakfast this morning. It's a good thing that I did.
When I came back out to the kitchen 5 minutes later, I found my pie plate looking mysteriously like this:
And Rusty looking mysteriously like this:
Someone is in grave danger of winning a one-way trip to the hot dog factory...