Senator Mitch McConnell Serves A Pecan Pie

Well, I’m as stuffed as a moth in a sweater factory!

Thank you all again for inviting me to this lovely supper. It’s not often I can put down my congressional duties and enjoy such fine hospitality; might I return the favor by slicing up this pecan pie I brought along for dessert? Nothing like a good slice of pie at the end of the day.

Let’s see, I might as well set this first piece next to myself, seeing as I’m right here and this way, I can test to see if it’s poisoned or spoiled or whatnot.

Why no, it does not seem to be, and heavens, isn’t that delicious.

This second slice should certainly go to our exceptional host. But as I hold out the plate, the thought does occur — do we want to make such a momentous decision so… lightly? Shouldn’t the people have a chance to weigh in? With this many succulent pecans on the line, not to mention that buttery, flaky crust, now isn’t the time to be flinging pie hither and thither, without due consideration. No. Let’s leave it here next to the first piece until we better understand the collective will of this dinner party.

With this third slice, we find ourselves wading in the murky waters of precedent.

Historically, two slices of pecan pie have already made their way to my place setting, as supported by a…