Sometimes excuses are okay.
Exhibit A: an excuse to have pie.
Last night before I left the library I wrote on my Life After Bagels Facebook page:
Okay out with it – who’s having pie and what kind?
Unbeknownst to me someone who lives in my house and really likes pie decided to comment.
I don’t think you understand how much this man loves pie. He has pumpkin pie season. It starts October 1st which he calls “Pie-tober.” If he had missed pi day and found out that I was hiding it from him there would have been trouble, much trouble.
When I left the library I headed to the grocery store thinking I was going to surprise him. I didn’t know that he had commented on my page’s wall post.
But there was no pumpkin. (PS I hate pumpkin pie myself, I was going to get myself something like apple or lemon meringue.)
The only compromise pie I could fine was a Mississippi mud pie.
It was very delicious. Although it perplexed him. He analyzed the crap out of it. Creamy on top, pudding like in the middle. Does he taste a hint of coffee flavour?
He’s looking forward to another piece tonight, as am I.
Although it’s not technically pie season anymore, pi day is a good enough excuse to have pie don’t ya think
Did you eat pie yesterday? What kind? Did you know it was pi day? How many figures of pi can you recite?