Monday’s pie was breakfast pie. Citizen’s seven year old twins were late for tennis camp when I arrived. Along with the twins were MIchael and a colleague from DC (who had take the train at 5 to be there for pie), Doris from Los Angeles and of course Colleen. My pie plate was emptied by 10:30 am, save one extra piece Michael the pie maven.
Michael is the man I have heard about for years who, while driving across the Midwest told his sister they were taking a slight detour because he heard there was a place that had good pie near by. It was a four hour detour. To another state. For pie.