Tuesday, January 27, 2009

because there’s no such thing as a little feast

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.—J.R.R. Tolkien

Do yourself a favor and scratch down the date January 23, with a note to celebrate it every year.

Not only is it my blog’s birthday (what, didn’t you throw a party for that??), and my dad’s birthday (happy birthday, Dad!), but it is also National Pie Day.

If I were one of those people who talked about The Universe (as in, the universe wants me to be rich and famous and a size four), then I would say that the universe was trying to tell us something. And whether it was just a calendar coincidence or plain ol’ ambition, Mom and I responded.

We made eleven pies. Eleven. From scratch, honey. And they were fantastic.

We made the classics, like cherry and pumpkin, blueberry and blackberry. And then we played around a bit, with banoffee, shaker lemon, toll house, brownie, apple-pear-wine, butterscotch, and German chocolate.

Gorgeous.

If we’re making eleven pies, we reasoned, it only makes sense to get ten people together to help eat them. (We get a pie each! ... And one left over!, we cried.) And you can’t have pie without dinner… okay, you can, and I often do, but it makes eyebrows go up.

So it became a night of make-your-own pizzas (with my mom’s fabulous homemade crust), and then plenty of pie. We had to keep reminding each other: “pace yourself!”


not, technically, a part of our pie feast, but an experiment earlier in the week. cookie cutter crust—a new favorite of mine!

Whoa. Now, what were you doing on January 23? If you weren’t eating pie, there’s still time for a belated feast…—jl

Posted by Jenn Langefeld on 01/27 at 04:38 PM
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