Yes, I lost my mind. But in a good way.
I actually made three pies that Sunday. The twins for the Harlem Brunch Club. Then during the World Cup Finals, I whipped up a third pie to accompany Laura’s Hawaiian Plate Lunch Dinner. This was the first of the extra plus bonus pies. In fact, I had flatly refused to bring this particular pie. Aloha.
Several members of the first pie club were there: John, Kurt, Laura, and Fred. Could that really have been 19 summers ago, guys? I think there might have been ten of us in total eating this third pie of the day, maybe more. It was all a blur after the delicious plate lunch dinner.
It’s all cool. The Third Pie abides. Aloha.