My Problem with the Pie Golem

After a career blow-up sends Julia home for the holidays, the last thing she wants is to be dragged into baking pies using her late grandmother’s chaotic “recipe book.” One bottle of wine, too much sisterly rivalry, and several anatomically questionable dough sculptures later… something impossible happens.

Julia wakes at 3 AM to find her masterpiece has come to life—a seven-foot, cinnamon-warm, golden-crusted pie golem with molasses-dark eyes and the impressively sculpted anatomy she shaped as a joke. He’s gentle, devoted, and magically bonded to the woman who created him.

And now he’s standing in her mother’s kitchen.