peanut butter fudge pie cookies

teeny tiny servings of "pie".

i think i may get people to eat these after all this year...?!

why do i say that?

because

you got it.

the tons of ingredients to make those thanksgiving desserts.

the ones that ripped a hole in your cheap plastic bag with that extra large can of pumpkin that almost crushed your big toe when it landed on the sidewalk and got all dented.

you got the heirloom recipes.

the ones with the dog-eared corners, yellow tinge color and smell of mothballs.

you got your hubby to watch the kids so you can work with no disturbance in the kitchen.

"turn on the macy's day parade and let them sit and watch it for the next 17 hours. they'll be fine." you say.

then you get your very best dishes out,

dust those off, place that decadent dessert on the plate, and then carefully, carefully bring it over to the table.

you stand back and look at it.

oh you are so proud!

then you hear it.

the dreaded,

"OH I CAN'T TAKE ONE MORE BITE!"

"OH IF I EAT ANYMORE I'LL BURST!"

"OH I THINK I'LL SKIP DESSERT-I HAD TOO MUCH GREEN BEAN CASSEROLE!"

ugh.

it happens every year.

i'm in charge of desserts for my family and extended family. and they should know better than to pick me, as i cannot make a measly pumpkin pie and call it a day.

nooooooo-i gotta make decadent desserts and fancy them all up with labels and sprinkles and fall leaf decor crust.

only to have them say,

"OH YOU DID SUCH A BEAUTIFUL JOB BUT I'M ON A DIET AND CAN'T EAT ANY!"

it happens every year...

don't you just love traditions?