Happy Pi Day! 3.14

When I was a teenager, our church youth group met monthly on a Sunday night at our leader’s house for pie parties. There was always a variety of homemade pies–apple, pumpkin, cherry, chocolate cream, and sometimes strawberry, if they were in season. There was ice cream, cool whip, or the very fun squirt cans of whipped cream. We arrived around 7:00 p.m. and I’m sure some stayed until 10:00 or so.

Looking back, I’m sure that our leader’s wife (a mother of 6) should be sainted for so much work in the kitchen on behalf of a bunch of noisy, goofy teenagers while her husband got the credit for hosting the party. I’m not sure I would have the generosity of heart, hand, and mind to provide such a haven for young people. We laughed, teased, flirted, ate, and sometimes had a serious discussion about life in the late 60s, early 70s. Those were formative, bonding times that created friendships that are still vibrant after 45 years.  In fact, there is a reunion of this group coming up next August. Pie became a metaphor for friendship. I still think giving a pie is a lovely gift.

I bought a pie to celebrate Pi Day from The Pie Gourmet.  Mixed fruit with a crumb topping. Yum. I am able to bake a fairly good pie, but didn’t have the energy for that much mess today. I love to bake, but I’m a rather messy baker. Baking a pie is a multi-step process, and a pie-fail is so sad. I may go enjoy another bite now.