Binghamton schools had a half day today for some unknown, non-weather-related reason, and when Ella got home she texted me to say she was making a pie. She's only ever baked one pie before - a key lime pie we made together without enough agar, and she planned today's pie as a trial run for the one she will bake tomorrow and take to orchestra rehearsal. I asked why she wouldn't bake something more portable, easier to eat, and that she already knows how to make.
Her answer: because it is Pi Day tomorrow. Well, obvi.
It is a chocloate pie, since that is what we had the ingredients for. She has learned that the filling either needs more cornstarch or more cooking, it certainly needs more consistent stirring to deal with the minor lump issues, and the crust might have been baked just a little long. But I enjoyed my piece none-the-less, and I think Jesus will understand that I broke my refined-sugar-and-white-flour Lenten sacrifice for the sake of my child.
I still haven't said anything about the crossword tournament in Brooklyn - that post is coming soon, promise (because I know you're waiting and wondering).