“A homemade pie with a flaky crust is one of life’s greatest joys. Such a crust is airy, yet has texture. It makes its presence known without being assertive. It displays one of the great struggles of the universe, the tension between being and nothingness, right there in a 9-inch pie pan.” ~ Rob Kasper, Baltimore Sun
Poster reproduced by permission, © copyright 2008 Julie Paschkis,
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Boy, do I need some pie.
Last week, I had to give my dentist $2400. I mean, I like him and everything — he was surprised that someone as young as me (hee) could idolize Bob Dylan, and he confessed that he ate 6-year-olds for breakfast. I like a man with a good appetite. But $2400?
And then on Saturday I was all set to try some turnip cakes because of Tricia. But after driving all the way to our favorite dim sum restaurant, we discovered it was gone. Mamma Lucia’s had taken over. Damn those meatballs! We then tried to console ourselves with some sushi, and just for a moment, I thought things would be okay. Then our Japanese Clark Kent waiter said something terrible: “Thank you, Ma’am.”
It was the fourth time somebody had called me “Ma’am” in just three days.
Do you think my loose neck skin gave me away? My size 16 bloomers? Nah. It was probably my old teeth, teeth only a dentist could love.
See why I need to inhale some serious pie?
Comfort me, calm me, fill me, appease me. I love you, pie.
Hello, banana cream, so cool, smooth, the true essence of puddin’ and pie and happy childhood days.
Sing to me, fresh apple, all warm, cinnamon-y, and bubblin’ over with homespun goodness.
Lay it on me, lemon meringue, with your airy mountain of dreaminess, beautifully blending all that is tangy and sweet.
Tempt me, pecan, with your perfect pairing of nutty crunch and brown sugar ooze.
Thank you, pumpkin, rich with spices and memories of family gathering round.
Pretty please me, peach, with the essence of summer and the South will rise again!
So bring on the shortcrust, double crust, and crumbs. Make room for some brown betty, cobbler, and buckle. Hide your chicken and pull out the pasties. June’s for celebrating pie, glorious pie.
Sugar pie, chess pie, custard and tart.
Sweetie pie, cutie pie, you’ve stolen my heart!
Tell me, wouldn’t you just die without pie?
What’s your favorite?
Serving a special piece of gratitude for Jules of 7-Imp, who pointed me to Julie’s divine “Eat Pie” poster!