Or is the entire meal.
When your landlord drops by with a piece of pie looking this good – and you
haven’t yet eaten, there is total justification, like I need to justify the pleasures of doing things backwards.
But obviously that is a lesson that I am still trying to learn, having been brought up with a set of rules, which although very appropriate and generally more than necessary for me to live a civilized life harming no one nor myself, sometimes one could wish that they hadn't been quite so un-accepting of the odd deviation from the "straight and narrow".
Still, occasionally I am able to take simple pleasure from doing things "the wrong way", i.e. pie as my first ... or only course.
