March 14, 2017 (day 14) woo- hoo! 2 weeks feels good!
It is once again late. I just finished watching the last episode of the one show I watch regularly (This Is Us). I love it and the final episode of season one, a bit anticlimactic. A bit of a quandary. What to write about? The snow that was ALSO anticlimactic? No. I show up and scan my mind and heart and photos to spark some beginning words, and this 3/14, I am thinking Pi.
I’ve only seen a few posts about it, and despite corny it makes me smile. Once upon a time math major who loves numbers but not calculus gone English major. Pie is a topic in our family. Who’s favorite is what. Uncle John loves pie for his birthday, and so does one of my nieces but I cannot remember who likes pie and who likes cake and who wants ice cream. Andrew orders special cherries from Michigan for my rock star baker and dear friend who bakes her family a pie and Andrew one also who need only remember to include a pie plate with his delivery. We also adore her peanut butter pie recipe that we learned of one hot summer night when the air conditioning was working at our house, but not theirs. And they happened to have pie to bring along. Score.
I post each year about my mom’s green Christmas tree spritz cookies, but I have yet to share my other Christmas indulgence. Get ready. CHRISTMAS PIE. I know, I know. My friends who we have shared Christmas with our family agree, it’s good. And quite simple. Bisquick dough with a vanilla pudding cool whip combo and shredded coconut on top. (Holly optional). I particularly look forward to the tradition of eating it for breakfast the day after Christmas. I had to make my own last year with our new location. And just typing this makes me smile. It is the little things in life that we either suck the marrow out of or are too busy to notice amidst the butcher baker candlestick maker stuff.
I am also reminded of a great blog post on Momastery about abundance and the analogy that THERE IS ENOUGH PIE FOR US ALL. “So get a fork” Glennon added. She spoke of envy and thinking that as good things happen for others it means there is less for us. Au contraire mes amies. Whatever your pie of choice may be. Enough forks pull up a chair. Happy day of pie, Pi day.