French silk chocolate Nutella cream pie in a toasted graham cracker crust.  Ahhhh.  “This is very possibly the most amazingly delicious thing I have ever tasted,” praised my son Brian at my birthday celebration.  Not wanting to ask anyone to bake or buy a birthday cake for me, I had made my own, this luscious French silk chocolate Nutella cream pie in a toasted graham cracker crust.  Everyone loved it.  I could eat only a small taste because of how the sweet aggravated my searing sore throat.  After the party, a plate with half the pie went into the fridge for Mom and me to enjoy later.  I’ll have a slice for my lunch tomorrow, Mom said.  I invited her to help herself to as much as she liked, only save me one piece, because I had labored two hours to make the pie and wanted to enjoy just one more slice when my throat felt better, despite dieting to reduce my sugars.  And later in the week I was ready, my throat feeling great, my sugar intake dramatically decreased, ready for my last piece of silky smooth sweet.  On opening the fridge, I found the plate gone.  Mom, where is my pie?  I told you to enjoy as much as you wanted but to save me just one piece.  Do you remember I told you that?  Just one piece?  Confusion clouded her face as she mumbled, I guess I forgot.  I’m sorry.