Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
I was a pitcher in little league, number 8 on the uniform.
Anyway, Happy Pi Day!
For suppah I’ll be making a Shepherds Pie for the first time ever.
Yomma Yomma Yomma
(if I had some key limes I’d make a key lime pie.)
I want a gooseberry pie. Grandma had a gooseberry bush that produced quite a bit of fruit. She occasionally made pies from it. Great childhood memories in WV 50+ years ago.
Oh that brings back memories, My Grandma did the same, cooked on a wood stove. Missing her goosberry pies and fried chicken almost 50 years.
I’ve a brother allergic to gooseberries, so the fruit of those bushes pretty much went to waste. But a good rhubarb pie – even with strawberries added – is pretty tasty.
Chekov wrote a great short story called Gooseberries about two brothers who grew up on a farm. One longed to return and the gooseberry bush became the symbol of his fantasies about the joys of his youth on the farm. Eventually he goes back and finds his brother there who now considers himself a nobleman and has become a big fat slob. A story of gooseberries and delusions.
DT. I have tried several times to send you an email, but it is not accepted. Is there another way to reach you?
Not right off hand.
Did you use the correct address? Jean has had no problems sending emails. Note it’s DOT ORG, not DOT COM
dt@newamericandigest.org
If that doesn’t work, let me know again in a comment and I’ll see what I can do. I’d want to make sure you’re not inadvertently blocked.
We’re headed out tomorrow for the 8 year-old grandson’s birthday party. He’s playing Little Leage again this year, after telling me all winter that he wasn’t going to do it. Oh, well…..a guy’s gotta right to change his mind.
Our Pi Day celebration was OK, but nothing to brag about. Wifeofazlib came home from Walmart with a DiGiorino pizza and a Marie Calendar’s pie-in-a-box. Not quite as good as the nearby pizza choices and not even close to homemade, but at least we had pi(e).
I’ve said it elsewhere but I’ll repeat it here: The best pie on the planet can be found at the Rock Springs Cafe in Black Canyon City, AZ. This is science…you can’t argue with it. Black Canyon City is about halfway between Phoenix and Flagstaff. At a bit more than an hour from my house, I really have to want one of their pies to justify taking on that trip. However, once you bite into one, you’ll understand why you took the trip. Try the Apple Crumb…you won’t regret it.
Once upon a long time ago, Marie Calendar’s was a pretty good restaurant with real good pies. Living off a reputation few even remember these days. It’s too bad that’s not the only company that lives on as a stale hoax of its former self.
I get down to Scottsdale every so often. Since I refuse to ever again go through Wickenburg, I’d be passing through Black Canyon City. I’ll have to remember to stop by.
As far as going to the Big Box Store to get a pie-in-a-box, that Marie Calendar’s pie wasn’t half-bad. And you’re right that compared to the Marie’s pies from back in the day, it is “a stale hoax of it’s former self”. Marie Calendar’s pies-in-a-box are now brought to you by Conagra, who I think also produce cattle feed.
It’s been a rough couple of weeks on Arizona roads. Two weeks ago, there was a 12-car pile-up in western AZ which killed 4….freak dust storm. And the recent weather brought rains here and snow up north, which we’re not very good at. Yesterday, outside of Williams, 18 vehicles collapsed like an accordion. Weather, jack-knifed big rigs, and fire, left 2 dead. Horrible way to go….I shudder to even think about it.