It's Thanksgiving day! I'm helping my mother cook up the amazing feast before the family arrives. I was in charge of baking the pies.
As I was finishing up getting all the fillings and such into the crust my little brother, Dave, walks into the kitchen eating a bag of Doritos.
I'm 11 and my brother is about 3 years younger than me. "Hey, don't eat to much!" I exclaimed. He laughs a little and walks away into the living room. I didn't think much of it.
While I was waiting for the oven to heat up I went to wash my hands in the bathroom. When I come back the Dorito bag was on the counter, next to the pies.
I slid the pies in the oven and about three minutes later there was an AWFUL smell! Dave put the Doritos in my pie! The smell of the Doritos and apples were sort of the nexus of the stench.
So much for some good pie tonight...