So what's a boy to do? That's right: blueberry pancakes. Pie be damned!
And then a funny thing happened. As I was waiting for my tasty breakfast to arrive, Erin walked in. And she was faithful (to a point) and ordered mud pie; it was kind of pie-esque with a crust, but it was basically a bowl of ice cream with goo. But tasty, goo laden ice cream.
And then Gretchen arrived. And Gretchen also stayed the course and had a great looking blueberry pie. Actually, it wasn't pie so much as a crust with a bit of vanilla pudding and one metric ass-ton of blueberries. I suddenly regretted pancakes.
That's a lie; I love pancakes.
And just when we were all settling in for a post-pie and (pan)cake coma, in walks Andrea and Adam (which was described as her almost-fiance). And Adam did what the rest of us only dreamt of: he ordered the 5-layer chocolate cake. As it sat in the case it was intimidating, but on a plate it was a little less so. But still damn big (or long, as the case may be).
Andrea ordered from both ends of the spectrum: chili with extra onions and cheese, and strawberry-rhubarb pie. She says she's more of a savory than sweet person, so maybe one day we'll do a savory pie night. But of course with sweet for dessert.
And then as soon as it began, it was over. Adam and Andrea had to leave pretty quickly as they were heading to the beach on a whim; Gretchen, Erin and myself stayed a bit longer, but then paid our bill and went our separate ways (with Erin trying to make a left onto 99W (I think she's still there)).
Yay Pie!
-j
1 comment:
I would feel bad about missing pie club, except because I did miss it, I know have a functional dishwasher in my apartment. And that makes me just as happy as pie.
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