Usually I wait until the Friday after Thanksgiving to eat sugary deliciousness for breakfast. But I don't usually have home-baked pie in the fridge either. Clarification - home-baked pie made by yours truly. This is my first pie ever, because the preciseness of baking has always been a little intimidating (I'm, um, a creative cook.) But I made it, little leaves and apple decor included, and it is delicious. And really, if we don't eat it this week it's just going to go bad by the time I get back from Texas on Sunday night.
My only justification for pie-for-breakfast is that I walked 17 miles on Saturday and that it's delicious. And that is good enough for me.