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This pie sat patiently in the reception room on Monday morning while everybody’s favorite endodontist put the final touches on a certain baker’s root canal. Then Eva found a dental spatula to cut the still warm pie. And she and I ate a our slices while she continued to answer the phone, and Dr. S. attended to the next (rather grumpy) patient. But I heard tell later that the good doctor enjoyed every morsel of the slice Eva saved for him.


After office hours, Jan and Raymond met the pie at Elizabeth’s studio. Paul and Violet shared a slice when Elizabeth got home.


The last bit of pie took the subway back to Harlem. A certain marathon runner came over after her run to have a slice. She took the last slice home for breakfast.


Written by etinnyo

July 2, 2013 at 4:15 pm

Posted in Art, Food, New York, Pie

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