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Everyone said there would be thunderstorms but we threw caution to the wind. Kurt and I arrived first to what Kurt calls the biergarten. It’s actually a cordoned off collection of picnic tables on the lower level of the pier with slow service, cheapish beer and a view of the Brooklyn Bridge. By the time we had all assembled, there were nine of us: Dean, Pepper, Riff, Eileen, Meg, Doug, Monisha, Kurt and the pie basket.

Things happened.

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Unspeakable things happened.

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Please don’t ask me to explain. Those of us who could bear witness are bound by discretion not to divulge the results, but I can tell you that one contestant’s face turned the color of a sour cherry from effort.

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Written by etinnyo

July 4, 2014 at 2:18 pm

Posted in Pie

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