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Two Pie Saturday—One—Bushwick

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This pie and its twin rode a limousine to  a certain Bushwick gallery. It arrived there still steaming in the basket.  Before I knew it,  pair of Albanian sisters told me all about how their grandmother had been a professional cherry pitter all her life.

Marco, Rachel and an earnest young man (who ate his single slice in silence at his workstation) also had pie. Marco took pictures. Lots and lots. The sisters and Marco went back for more. One of the sisters sent a picture to the imaginary Chelsea. Somehow the discussion of Chelsea as a meme deteriorated into a session of  Dramatic Cat and his friends on youtube.

The last piece of Bushwick pie was packed for the visiting parents.

On the L train platform we discussed how pies are not made in Albania. How pie is an American thing. And one of the sisters admitted she felt self-conscious that she enjoyed her food so much when she ate around Americans. But this is why Marco and I love these girls.

The remaining pie took the L train to Graham Avenue.


Written by etinnyo

June 25, 2012 at 8:59 am

Posted in Art, Food, New York, Pie

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  1. Someday I will materialize, and it will be when you least expect it!

    Chelsea Haines

    June 25, 2012 at 8:52 pm

  2. Marco, is that you again–pretending to be Chelsea?


    June 25, 2012 at 10:08 pm

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