PTA Pie (Saturday, part two)
The second of Saturday’s twins went to Williamsburg to attended a dinner in support of the Earth School. All the boho power parents were there—more than a score of them.
Plied with a couple of Laura’s Pims Cups, I toured Fred’s Swiss-Italian Paradise. We talked about fig crops and plum trees, and how the Himrod was fairing. And somehow wives kept sending their husbands over to me to talk about backpacking, meat and motorcycles.
Finally it was time for Laura’s repast of a million earthly delights starring a spectacular chard-wrapped salmon and a salad of Fred’s arugula with bruléed goat cheese and stories of traveling with children.
But all conversation about soccer coaches and text books paused for a moment when dessert commenced. Laura had made tarts and parfaits and brownies and on and on to accompany the pie. Pie was sliced and shared by a dozen or so couples–each plate a window into the negotiation of partnership.