More Pie | Less Sadness
A couple weekends ago, we ate pie. This, in itself, is not momentous, but the fact we sampled something like 10 different pies is. We sat on the grass, surrounded by cool-looking people with big shades and shoulder tattoos and sugar-crazed kids. On our plates, ice cream melted over bananas foster pie, dripping into the creamy spaces between soft, caramelised bananas.
And if you think that sounds suggestive, or provacative, I say:
This is an annual event, the Pie Social and Croquet Tournament - and an excellent reason to find yourself in downtown Phoenix on a Saturday afternoon in November. I didn't see much croquet happening, but maybe that happens when all the pie is gone and everyone either gets up and starts moving again or melts into the grass between the plastic forks and dribbled apple filling.
Pie on its own is good.
But it's even better when you share it with friends and strangers, in the sunshine,
with live music.