What fresh hell is this?
It's come to this: the term "contraband pastries" appeared in a news story about nanny government versus little old ladies baking pies for church dinners and bake sales.
To add insult to injury, the inspectors offered to approve home kitchens for baking pies to sell if the homeowners would pay $35 for the inspection.
Oh, come on. The health-and-safety fanatics will sooner or later drain all pleasures from life in the name of "protecting us." I don't know about you, but I remember various bans of ice cream and cupcakes in some schools.
Anyhoo, how long will it be before dinner parties are illegal? I suddenly feel the need to go bake a pie. The biggest, sweetest, unhealthiest pie I can. You know what it is, don't you? Il Barista's Flying Shrapnel Death Pie, natch!
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