My first bite of pie couldn’t have been more perfect.
The First Pie came out of the oven on Tuesday morning. It took the subway to be left in the care of Hugo, the doorman. Annabel had the first piece all alone because she couldn’t wait for us to finish swing dancing. Dean and I picked up the pie from the night doorman and crossed the street to eat pie in the dark on a park bench under the stars. We agreed we led charmed lives. The remaining half pie spent the night in Harlem.
Elizabeth, Paul and Violet had pre-dinner pie on Wednesday. As we discussed kimchi making and raising chickens, and bees, their cabbage seedlings watched. The last piece was saved for Rosamond.