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This pie was invited to a rooftop patio in Chelsea. It was toasted with endless Prosecco by Magda, Tamas, Scott and Michael.

It was a perfect breezy, cloudless evening.

And yes, it was THAT Michael, the pie maven for whom the Colleen had saved a slice the day before. He said, “Look at it. I love warm pie. I love that moment when it falls apart on the plate.” And we all took a big sniff of that first slice as I passed it over to Magda.

Here Michael describes the perfect blueberry pie while eating this slice of sour cherry pie. If one where to make a pie chart of Michael’s brain, it would indeed be just that.


Written by etinnyo

July 11, 2011 at 9:15 am

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