It is hard to believe it’s all over, another Nine Days of Pie has come and gone.
Sure, there’s still pie in the fridge, and I even have an unused ball of crust on the counter, but the festivities have officially ended. No more mad race to make pies, no more piles of cookbooks and crazed page flipping, imagining pie after pie after pie, no more random knocks at the door.
Jane put it best yesterday when she said, “You just never know who is going to be here, it’s been really interesting!” Indeed it has. Indeed it has.
Shane is napping loudly from the recliner on the day after his birthday. He said this year has been a perfect celebration for him – great company, lots of pies, and no drama.
Yesterday was perfect from start to finish, Our landlord and friend Charlie came over and joined us for some early pie and talk which is always a pleasure. He went absolutely crazy over the Sour Cream Raisin pie, with a second and maybe a third slice, and took one home for his wife – along with four or five other slices to sample. He said the Sour Cream Raisin reminded him of a Scandinavian Pie made with rice.
Our friend Jane came by with Cowboy at 4:20, she brought me a beautiful little painting on it’s own mini easel that said PIE. It is proudly displayed in the cabinet above the the kitchen sink. She gave Shane one for his birthday that said SATAN. They are really cute old style tattoo type designs. I love them!
While Jane enjoyed some pumpkin and raisin pie, it was time for me to make the doughnuts… er, I mean Pie.
Then the pie making began, the first one was Cherry Raspberry which was so fragrant it almost smelled fake. Then the complicated and crazy Roast Beef Pie, which began the night before with a roast in a crock pot, and was finished some here around 8 pm, making it even more troublesome than last year’s French Chicken Pot Pie. Then came possibly the strangest pie of the year, Salted Rose and Honey Pie.
Another knock upon the door brought Steve and Alan who visited us previously this holiday and we were so glad to see return. They too came baring gifts, an awesome new apron for me – with a brick print and a chorus of “She’s a brick house”. I was sure glad to have a new apron, as the two I have are in desperate need of a washing after Nine Days of Pie! Shane was given one of Alan’s beautiful handmade dolls, it has a skeleton face and a beautiful cape.
Cowboy was sure excited too, bowls of cheese and roast beef, and then Alan and Steve rubbing him like only the greatest spas of the world would offer, he was fast asleep on the sofa between them.
Jane enjoyed the cherry and the beef pie, but was all pied out by the time the rose honey was ready, so we moved into the kitchen where Shane, Stephen and Alan and I critiqued the weirdness of the pie, and discussed matters of the world and pie until high on pie and ready for sleep we called it a night.
It was a wonderful evening, and a perfect end to the greatest holiday ever!
I can’t believe it, but I am a bit melancholy about it being over, as I sit here typing and eating some remnants of the festivities.
Thanks to everyone who came and enjoyed pie with us, we really enjoyed everyone’s company so much, and we appreciate your participation! A special thank you to everyone who brought offerings and gifts – We feel so lucky to know such warm and wonderful and talented people!
To Pie and Friendship and the amazing Shane’s birthday! It is my pleasure to make pies to honor Shane for his birthday forever!
Until next year,