Posts Tagged ‘ pie ’

Give thanks for the flesh of pumpkin

Posted on October 9th, 2009 15 Comments

I’m going north to visit the folks for the Thanksgiving weekend (Canada has it in the correct month). When I say north, I mean black bears and moose in the backyard kinda north. Logging trucks on logging roads kinda north.

I’m hitching a ride with my younger sister in her familymobile; two boys and the “fun” uncle (me). Yay!

To compound matters, I also decided to volunteer my services in the dessert department. Pumpkin pie and crème brûlée. Something healthy, I thought.

Here’s the stash, ready for packing:

one pie

Oh no! A perfectly good pie shell ruined! Guess I’ll Have to make a pie right now :)

two pie

The part I hate is the killing of the pumpkin. Gruesome business, no matter how it’s done.

three pie

I admit, sometimes I feel a little remorse.

four

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A pie for your thoughts

Posted on March 20th, 2009 2 Comments

I used to be an angry young man. Now I’m a slightly less angry mid-thirties man.

In the past I would’ve treated a brutal assault on my personal space as an affront to all I held near and dear. These days, an inattentively rude bump by a passing stranger will start me reflecting on how such callous mental vacancy can be made funny. For me.

In my maturity I prefer my satisfaction a little softer, a bit milder, slightly more painfully embarrassing.

I was thinking that an investment in half a dozen banana cream pies and a small card table would do. These would be transported to an ample sidewalk  somewhere in the city. A camera operator somewhere on the opposite side would help to make the golden moments last.

I would then hold one pie aloft, flush with oncoming faces and clearly visible to all but the most inattentive of walking puff pastries. (There’s still a need to work out how to best keep the pie intact here, but I have faith in the innovative power of sweet retribution.)

Then I would simply wait, unmoving, timing how long it takes before somebody plants their puss square in the middle of startling, delicious sobriety. Society benefits, I laugh my ass off, and everyone gets a tasty, instructive treat. Just think of the potential!

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