Heath Crunch Pie

OK, so I found the M&M's. I found them, made trail mix, and managed to eat the entire three cups of trail mix within 48 hours. You know you'd do it too, so don't get all stone-throwy on me. Your house is made of just as much glass as mine. Let's say we call a truce. I won't tell anybody about that half a cherry cheesecake you ate at 3am, and mum's the word on my trail mix. Deal?

So now I've moved on to bigger and better things. Homemade Heath Crunch pie. Oh yes, you read that correctly. AS I SIT HERE TYPING, I am enjoying a delicious piece of homemade Heath Crunch pie. Life certainly doesn't get any better than this. I would sell my mother down the river for a slice of Heath Crunch pie.

Just for the record, I AM KIDDING. My mom is worth WAY more than a piece of pie. I mean, seriously, with her upper body strength and work ethic, I could get at least $500 for her on the Asian black market. Plus, she loves to knit, and I'm sure those knitting needles would come in handy if she ever found herself in the midst of a pack of wild boars. Well, enough about my mother. Clearly, I've been watching too much MacGyver.

Back to the pie... Essentially, the pie is baking schrapnel from the sugar bomb that exploded in my house this past Sunday. Now let's get one thing perfectly clear. Normally, I am a huge fan of sugar bombs, but I was just commenting today that I "just don't understand why I always have cavities when I go to the dentist". Your Honor, may I present to you "Exhibit A".

So I had my twenty mile training run this past Sunday, so some friends decided to have a bake-off at my house while I was out. "Wait a minute, I run twenty miles, and when I return, my house will be full of homemade chocolatey goodness?" I felt like Charlie Bucket holding the golden ticket. I had officially won the chocolottery. Because no matter who loses in a bake-off... I still win.

There was Bailey's chocolate marble cheesecake, Toblerone truffles, vanilla and chocolate cream puffs, and Heath Crunch pie. Oh, and for breakfast, there was quiche. Oh man. Oh man, oh man, oh man. I couldn't get enough of it.

And this is why I run. It's a good thing that the Chicago marathon is just around the corner. I need to burn off some serious calories. I got new shoes yesterday, and they tore my feet to shreds this morning on my eight miler. But the greatest pain is actually that the only pair of my beloved Saucony's they had in stock were red and grey, which means I have to do a last minute wardrobe change for the marathon. Argh. I guess I really will be wearing that red shirt after all.

So wish me luck on the marathon. I can't believe that this will be marathon number three. It's pretty amazing considering that less than 5 years ago, I was completely sedentary (and as a result, morbidly obese). So you just keep baking and I'll keep running. We'll meet somewhere in the middle.

Mateo

Oh, and just for the record, that MacGyver comment was clearly a joke, since I've never even seen an episode of it. But I know what you're thinking, and yes, my mother could TOTALLY hold her own in a pack of wild boars! After all, she had eight sons!