In honor of National Pi Day (March 14)–not to be mistaken with National Pie Day (January 23)–I thought I would post a sort of “guest blog” by fellow pie worshiper Carolynn Carreno. As you will read in her wonderful blog post below, we met through an article she wrote for the LA TIMES, a mere 11 years ago! I wrote her last week to thank her for her brilliant and timeless story about the spirit of giving away homemade pie to make others feel good. Our ensuing instant kinship and correspondence proves, once again, that it is never too late to say thank you. That and that pie continues to connect people in surprising and–speaking of pi–infinite ways.
|In another amazing pie/pi connection, I just received this T-shirt in the mail from another friend in pie, Karla Theriac.
Like I said, pie connects people in infinite ways.
The Life of Pie
Here’s Carolynn’s LA TIMES article from 2001:
However You Slice It, There’s No Gift More Honest
Since then, fruit pie has become my currency of goodwill. Andy and Elyce have a baby and the first thing I think of, because they’re from New England, is blueberry pie. A friend gives me a tennis lesson and, since he’s from Georgia, I find myself slicing up a bowl full of peaches the very next morning. Two firemen rescue my cat from high up a pine tree and I have no choice: two pies to go.
It’s a special feeling, bringing someone a pie. Unlike with a batch of cookies, where you might keep a few for yourself, with pie you just give up the whole thing. If you’re lucky, as I was that first night, they might cut it right there and give you a slice. Most importantly, though, is that when you bring someone a fruit pie, they are nothing short of amazed. Amazed that fruit pies are actually made. Amazed that you made it. Amazed that you made it for just for them.