Another belated blog . . .
My husband is a mathematician. And a damn good cook. Most days, those passions exist on parallel planes that don’t intersect, but every year in March, he gets to enjoy both at once. You might say, he gets to “have his cake and eat it too,” except we’ll have to call that cake pi(e). Yes, a *terrible* pun, BUT a fabulous excuse to bake and devour delicious desserts on March 14 (or 3.14 – the beginning of the string of numbers that constitute pi), Pi Day. Matt’s office celebrates every year and, every year, Matt bakes at least two pies. In the past, his old-fashioned cream pie (made from his grandmother’s recipe) has been a hit. This year, he made two berry pies that came out picture-perfect. In fact, here’s a picture of one!
Unfortunately, this year, I can only speak to their visual appeal . . . because Someone forgot to save me a piece. . . . Me? Bitter? Nooooo.