The snow has melted off faster than it got here, and the weekend was covered in a mud-flavored Slush Puppie. Are Slush Puppies still a thing? I have fond memories of getting one of those (cherry flavored, not mud) with a pack of grape Now and Laters at the Kmart cafeteria when I was a kid. Oh yes, our Kmart had a cafeteria. Class out the ass, people.
Crisp new snow for a couple of days had us running around outside like nutcases, but the slushy mess had us sticking close to home for most of the weekend, other than a trip to work for me. And then, oh yeah, we also went to this party where there was nothing to eat but miles of pie.
For those of you who may not know, today is National Pie Day. (To which, the obvious reply is: isn’t every day National Pie Day? And yes, you may have a point there). In its honor, Biogirl threw a party whereby she served pie and more pie. And also, asked guests to bring pie. Is this not the most genius party idea ever conceived? Methinks it is.
Our friend Heather has a little girl who is 4. Throughout her young life, we have gone to their house on a myriad of days. Sometimes just to hang out, sometimes for a meal, sometimes for a party. She, on the other hand, has only been to Biogirl’s house when there has been some sort of party going on. And so in her eyes, Biogirl’s house is the Land of a Thousand Vittles. Biogirl’s parties always have a nice spread happening, so to a 4 year old? Yummy goodness as FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE. And since she hasn’t seen Biogirl’s house in its non-party state, I think that perhaps in her mind, she is all “I don’t know what is UP with that crazy lady’s house full of food everywhere you look, but I’m LIKIN’ IT.” This time, when it was all pies? I am sure it took the magic to a whole new level.
I think maybe I am transferring my wonder at the pie party concept onto a 4 year old. Probably.
Anyway, there was mushroom quiche, and spinach quiche, and sweet fruit pies, and samosa pies, and pizza pies, and pumpkin pie, and tomato pie, and pot pies…well. You get the picture. In case you don’t get the picture, here are some pictures.
And also the people were nice and the conversation good and the laughs were plentiful. Yadda yadda. PIE.
(Ok, I feel the need to explain that last one. Biogirl’s dad once had a painter paint a portrait of her when she was little. It is universally acknowledged that the result is creepy. In fact, I don’t think the creepy nature of the portrait quite comes through here. Anyway, most of the time the portrait lives in storage. But when Biogirl throws a party, the portrait comes out, usually with something to say. I love that portrait).