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?