...unless my brother is your brother. A while back, I posted a challenge for my brother Bill. A woodworking challenge. To make me one of these:
He had already been thinking and plotting. Last week he brought me the results.
Not one, but four. And an apron. And a mug. And fridge magnets.
And they are so smooth and sturdy and perfect. Better pie boxes do not exist in the world.
I have no idea how he got the image from the top picture into a workable form. I asked him and still--it's a process that I can only describe as MAGIC. He even added the cherries from my banner image into the slice of pie being eaten.
It almost makes me feel bad for all those wrestling matches where I used my fingernails. Sorry, Bill. I love you. You're the greatest.