Normally, I don't remember Pi Day until the last minute and by then I didn't have time to plan anything what with work and all. But now as I am domestic goddess, I actually planned a minor celebration. Okay, really it was just dinner and dessert, but lately getting dinner made has become an epic chore.
Everything was Pi - err... pie. Pie for dinner, pie for dessert. I spent the day baking and cooking.
|Shepherd's Pie for dinner.|
Never one to do things in moderation, I ended up with three different dessert pies.
|My favorite pie of all time - Grasshopper Pie!|
|Apple on the left, blueberry on the right.|
|Such pretty pie. So ooey and gooey.|
See, here's the thing. The grasshopper pie is a frozen pie. After dinner, Cyra, bursting with pie-joy, ran to the freezer to help me get the pie. As I was pulling it out, she closed the door. On my hand. That was still in the freezer. And so the predictable happened.
|And that was my favorite pie plate too.|