Dorks Like Us

I was quite the "little wife" this weekend. I made a nutritious and balanced meal on Sunday. (See Cheez-it Chicken and asparagus below, still enjoying the leftovers from that endeavour). I also made my first ever pie on Sunday, an apple pie. Since Christmas, I have been planning to attempt this feat of baking. You see, I don't eat pie. I generally think it's gross. That said, I married a man who hasn't met a pie he didn't like and I felt as though I was depriving him of his god-given right to pie. My mom tended to agree and I felt ambitious this weekend. So, below is my first attempt at pie: I was feeling pretty good about my accomplishments until my husband said, "Did you make the pie because of what day it is?" I racked my brain, but couldn't think of a related special occasion. He said, "Well, it's March 14... 3/14... I read about Pi (3.14) - day celebrations and pie eating contests." I have a naturally nerdy job and I really fight to stay out of the nerd holiday celebrations. Somehow, my sub-concious knows who I really am and the day I choose to bake my first pie, is Pi Day. So, here's to 3.14159 and the other kind of pie.