Happiness. It's relative.

Pi Day is no joke for some people.
My friend, Stacey, for instance, believes that Pi Day should be recognized in a very serious way. So, she made twenty-eight pies, yes, all of them from scratch, and then invited everybody to come eat pie.
There was one savory pie (kale, onions, and cheese), and a sea of sweet pies – peep pies, fruit pies of all varieties, sweet potato and pumpkin pie, key lime, pecan, banana cream, millionaire pie, which I’ve never heard of, s’mores pie, and a dozen others I can’t recall.
People came and ate pie and drank beer, talked, laughed and left.
There was no fundraising, no cause, no speeches, no purpose other than to have a lot of people eat pie on Pi Day.
I love people who do lovely things just for the sake of doing them.
There was also whipped cream.
In 1897, Indiana’s state representatives voted to declare “3.2” as the legal value of pi. Mathematics and science prevailed and the bill was defeated. Which permitted us, I suppose, to go to the moon and eventually, celebrate Pi Day. With whipped cream , pie and beer –. Loved your story, Jan.
That is a LOT of pie no matter how you slice it… 😉
Truly a LOT of pie. Stupefying actually – especially since she made them all in 48 hours and is a practicing attorney.
love pie
Yep
The loval library had a Pi Day pie sale. We don’t often serve dessert to it was a fun way to help the library and treat ourselves. But looking at your photo I’d say that there was some serious pie eating to do!
I sampled six – like small samples – but could’ve done more. Next year. LOL
THANK SOME GOD OR OTHER THAT THERE WAS WHIPPED CREAM. (Your last comment “topped” this fun column…)