A day late with this one, but sometimes the ideas take a little longer to come together.
Those who know me at all know I love to bake. Cookies are probably my favorite, but bread, bagels, cakes, and pies rank right up there too. Yesterday, many celebrated Pi(e) Day (3.14). Sadly, I did not, but the thing about knowing how to bake is any day can be pie day if I wish it to be so. Bryan was a very good baker–his specialty was savory quiche for breakfast, (Yep, a breakfast fella who liked busty brunettes–the liberal Ron Swanson of Walla Walla). Mary’s mom, Sara, is a fine baker too and her peach pie is probably the best I’ve ever tasted. Mary has helped all of us in the kitchen developing her own skills so that she can whip up a batch of eclairs or rainbow cake or cookies like old hat.
I’ve recently listened to the original Broadway cast recording of Waitress, a musical that has a strong baking theme and it’s made me think of our family’s take on baking and pie. Some folks walk through this world thinking everything is a zero-sum game: if you win some, I automatically win less. Bryan, Mary, and I would talk about this a lot saying “it’s NOT pie!” whether it is success or joy or love, more for you doesn’t mean less for me. More just means more. And we can ALWAYS bake more pie.
Love isn’t pie. Love is a whole bakery.
Feryl Files 
Yes – it isn’t pie, except when it IS pie (which is not something I’ve tried to make very often). I remember when I was in Zambia that I made a lemon meringue pie made from lemons from our yard (how exotic!). The meringue part was a little tricky because we didn’t have a mixer. Let’s just say that I got my arm workout that day.
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Absolutely baking a pie for someone is love. 100%
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