can't deny my heritage

I would love to say that I had no problems allowing Adoring and Wonderful Husband to throw out 4/5ths of the perfectly good (and tasty) pumpkin pie Auntie Ollie sent us home with yesterday. (I had already eaten the other 1/5th within a four hour time span.) After all, it was at my request, since I know full well that to have it sit in the fridge is to have it sit in my belly, the whole thing, because Adoring and Wonderful Husband doesn't like pumpkin pie. But I have to be honest: a little piece of me died when he did it. A little piece of me is gone and I think it was a fun piece.