Thanks to Pi(e) Day
There is something about pies. My husband loves them. If I never ate another pie I’d be alright with that. But I especially don’t love making pies. And I’m really not sure why. Now chocolate… that’s another story!
Yesterday – Pi Day (check the date…. 3/14) – we were invited to a Pi(e) Potluck. I was reluctant to make a pie and thought of other ideas, but in the end I settled on a couple of recipes to try and, with my sweet little helper (above), set to work. Then I had this crazy inspiration – I’d master pies – flaky crust and all!
One pie a week, fifty-two pies per year, sounds like a reasonably small challenge that will accomplish two fairly big goals: become a pie expert and bring great epicurean pleasure to one hard-working guy! Well, maybe not every week. But definitely more often.