Sweet Potato Pie And I Shut My Mouth

Okay, let's talk about sweet potato pie. The kind that makes your grandma proud, the kind that makes you question all other desserts.

Specifically, let's talk about what happens to me when I'm presented with a slice. Hint: I enter a near-catatonic state of blissful silence.

The Pie Arrives: The First Sign

It always starts the same. The aroma. That warm, spicy, sweet scent drifts in. It's a siren song leading me straight to the kitchen.

Then I see it. That gorgeous, burnished top. It's like a tiny, edible sun. I already know what's about to happen to me.

The Internal Dialogue: Shutdown Initiated

My brain kicks in. "Be polite. Take a small slice. Don't inhale it, Emily!"

But then...the fork hits the pie. The first bite. All bets are off.

The spices dance on my tongue. The sweetness melts in my mouth. Suddenly, all coherent thought vanishes. I become one with the pie.

Operation: Silent Enjoyment

I'm not exaggerating here. My usual chattiness? Gone. My ability to form sentences? Lost to the ages.

Try to talk to me while I'm eating sweet potato pie. You'll get a nod, maybe a glazed-over stare.

You might think I'm being rude. I'm not! I'm simply incapable of multitasking pie appreciation with basic conversation.

Think of it like a computer overheating. Too much delicious data is being processed. System overload!

Witness Accounts: Pie-Induced Muteness

My family has learned to accept this phenomenon. "Oh, she's having sweet potato pie. Don't bother talking to her for the next ten minutes."

My best friend once waved a ten-dollar bill in front of my face while I was enjoying a slice. I didn't even flinch.

That's how serious this is. Money holds no sway over my pie-induced silence.

The Aftermath: A Grateful Sigh

Eventually, the slice is gone. The world slowly comes back into focus. A small, contented sigh escapes my lips.

"That," I usually manage to croak, "was amazing."

Then, the questions start. "Was it good?" (Understatement of the century!) "Can I have some?" (Maybe next time, buddy. This pie is precious.)

The Moral of the Story: Respect the Pie

So, the next time you see someone enjoying a slice of sweet potato pie in serene silence, don't judge.

Don't interrupt. Don't offer them a drink (unless it's milk. Milk and sweet potato pie is a match made in heaven).

Just let them be. Let them experience the pure, unadulterated joy of sweet potato pie without the burden of social interaction.

They'll thank you for it. Or, at least, they'll nod appreciatively. Because, let's be honest, in that moment, words are just... unnecessary.

And that, my friends, is why when I eat sweet potato pie, I shut my mouth. And it's glorious.