This past week has been filled with a variety of pies! The week began on Sunday when I donated this Apple Crumb Pie to the Schneider Museum of Art as one of the raffle prizes for their annual Bridge and Brunch fundraiser. It’s been my honor to cater this fundraiser for the last few years and I am delighted to serve this great organization.
Then on Wednesday I attended my last Italian class for this term. A few classmates offered to bring something to celebrate our “success” thus far with this romance language. One friend made a delicious Tiramisu (which translates to “pick me up)”, while another friend brought along a sparkling beverage to toast our health. Our lovely teacher brought grilled vegetables (verdure grigliate) and I crafted this vegetarian pizza “pie.” Che divertimento!
Before I went to class on Wednesday, I dropped off another Apple Crumb Pie (do you get the feeling that I like making this pie?) to our friend, Noah, who was hosting two Japanese students at his home. The Japanese boys had been hosts to Noah (he went to Japan with the Ashland High School football team last summer) and they’ve kept in touch since then. Noah had extended an open invitation to his hosts to come and visit Ashland and stay at his home and they finally took him up on it! I think it’s really wonderful that these young men are creating a lasting bond. It gives me hope for the future!
And then yesterday was Pi Day… you know, 3.14, or March 14. Pi (Greek letter “π”) is the symbol used in mathematics to represent a constant — the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter — which is approximately 3.14159. I wish my math teacher in high school had brought in some real “pies” when she was teaching us this stuff. I am sure that I would have paid MUCH more attention (and maybe even become a different kind of pi lady altogether!)
In honor of Pi Day, I brought a quiche to the medical staff who are tending to my Dad. He’s facing some health challenges right now and I wanted to show my gratitude to them for their care and concern. It is most appreciated.
“Cooking is like love – it should be entered into with abandon, or not at all.” Harriet Van Horne
Cheese Pizza from Napoli Pizzeria
Yesterday was the last day my sister Janice could be here in Florida for a while… and it was also the day our nephew Wayne arrived from Memphis. Usually at meal times we try to eat with Dad in the dining room but on this night we decided there was cause for celebration and so we called Napoli Ristorante and Pizzeria to order a pizza. We discovered that there was a special on Tuesdays and so instead of getting one pizza, I ordered an extra one for the nurses who have been caring for my Dad in rehab. It seems that bringing food (which I view as showing a little love) to those who care for our loved ones is a nice thing to do because sometimes those people (who work 12 hour shifts) don’t have the chance to take care of themselves properly. Hey, just because this blog is about pies it doesn’t mean that I have to make every one… I just have to give them away!
Dad enjoyed the little bit of pizza he ate and we were able to spend time together as a family almost oblivious to the reason that brought us all together. It was a good moment in an otherwise very stressful time. In fact, while Dad doesn’t look “great” in this photo, Janice and I both know how far his recovery has progressed. Just last week he was lying in a hospital bed eating what they lovingly refer to as a “soft, mechanical” diet and yesterday he was sitting up in a wheel chair making jokes and eating pizza. We have come a long way and I am thrilled!
Wayne (in his Navy Uniform), Dad, Janice, and me
One last thing I’d like to share is this phone call I had with Alaska Airlines agent Jan in Boise. I wanted to extend my visit here so that I could be present for the surgery that my Dad was scheduled to have this next week (my original ticket had me leaving yesterday morning). When I dialed the number for Alaska and told Jan what I needed to do and why she listened, took the information, and found me a return ticket for next week. Then she told me that the change in fare was $58 and there was also a $100 change fee. I asked how to appeal the change fee given the circumstances and then said, “Never mind. I’ll worry about that when I have more time.” Jan asked me to hold a moment and a few minutes later came back on the line and told me that she had asked her supervisor and could waive the change fee for me. I was truly amazed and deeply touched that she did this on her own; in a time like this, every act of kindness is so powerful and appreciated more than you will know. So, to Jan in Boise I would like to send a virtual pie for her assistance and her compassion – Alaska Airlines is lucky to have you!
“There’s very little in my world that a foot massage and a thin-crust, everything-on-it pizza won’t set right.”
― G.A. McKevett