Turkey Day

 

The reason, the rationale: Pie!

Farmer's Market (brand) organic pumpkin with British double cream blended with heavy cream instead of condensed milk. Almost a quiche, but delicious.

Crooked Creek Farm Stand

There're many forms of art, but baking, esp pie, is high on my list of those considered "Fine."

So when the Crooked Creek Farm Stand appeared, I made a quick you-ee (watch out you get t-boned) and made my way back. There were three pies and after spiriting away mine, I watched as, within minutes, the other two disappeared. 

Hymenated

Consummated

 

Birthday Pie

Around age 5, my grandmother coached me on the art of biscuits. Later, Mom spent time teaching about scrambled eggs and cake so I could help out in the mornings & at least once a month when she would bake.

I cooked in the commune in Boulder when I was 16 and did the heavy-lifting for holidays after I married at age 22; it became a tradition that has carried through the decades.

Now that we have every THING we want, I gift Michelle with pies

This is for her 65th. 

Apple

Perfectly done

A Squidgeworld "Slice"

A Plague of Nutrias

The decimation of a field of Pie...a sure sign of Nutrias!

Some 20 years or so ago, Michelle noticed the mention of nutrias in tales by James Lee Burke. With her proclivity for parody, she put together a portrait which we adopted much the way the LGBTQ-WXYZ community now generalizes themselves as "queer." 

Their long, yellow teeth indicative of a dietary staple --- pumpkin pie --- their dimensionality a direct result of their inclination to "mow through" a dozen (or two) doughnuts, quarts of ice cream, Mexican Food and anything else with a preponderance of fat and sugar COMBINED with a languid and lethargic lifestyle given to naaaaaps (like cats) fits us perfectly.


Scroll down in this post to see a card with a drawing (by me).

But Will It Make Your Clit Tingle?

Distasio hangs out at a boutique coffee shop where he gets his social fixes. One of the guys has a porsche which, Vince shared in a cynical tone, he said when he drove it it gave him an erection.

Today a friend of Double El stopped by in her new BMW. It happens to be Michelle's fav color and to celebrate they took off to find some pie. Before she left I had to ask the question. She acknowledged it was the most fun you could have with yer clothes on. 

It's a manual shift, six speed. When I commented she asked, "You'd buy a car like this with an automatic?!!"

Phoebe, being a stick-shift gal herself, nodded appreciatively while politely refraining from mentioning how it's pretty much limited to pavement. Still, it IS a nice color.

Pi - Doosch

If you've never seen Germans getting down with their bad selves (skip ahead to around 2:59), you don't know the meaning of serious. 

There are few things that can compete, but PIE is one...

In case your translator didn't work, below is the text that accompanies the video. I'll leave it to you (adults!) to google doosch. 

Höhner: The caravan moves on (1998 / Five Star song) From: Helau and Alaaf! (WDR 2012) The best carnival songs and lively speeches between the Rhine and Weser Compiled by Hanna Dietz and Gisbert Baltes The Höhner are a Cologne music group. Among her best-known songs include the carnival hit "Blootwoosch, Kölsch un e delicious Mädche" and "I'm ene robbers" and the also nationally known "Viva Colonia" ... (Source: Wikipedia) 

The caravan moves on 
the Sultan would have Doosch! 
the caravan moves on, the Sultan would have Doosch! 
The caravan moves Next, the Sultan would have Doosch! 
The caravan moves on, the Sultan would have Doosch! 
But Nathan the Wise, who knew modest - The knew the oasis and was not very far! 
The caravan moves on, the Sultan'd Doosch! 
The caravan moves on, the Sultan would have Doosch! 
The caravan moves on, the Sultan would have Doosch! 
The caravan moves on, the Sultan would have Doosch! 

Pie!!! The next best thing to sex!

After you've been around a while yer focus jus' natch'ly narrows. The things that hold yer 'tention gits fewer. One of them is pie.

At Benton Station I had a slice of apple. Three weeks later, much like that one-time dose of heroin, hit whar still on muh mind. Thus, when I agin found muhse'f in duh hood, I made sure I got there when they were open.

It's at the corner of highway 120 and 6, just up the road from Bishop (California). Gas is reasonable, there's a water spigot out front for your jug-filling convenience and the eezee access restrooms don't require a key. Pie is $2.99 a slice.

Whole pies are $12.95.

I tipped her $1.00 for ringing it up and strolled out to the lot. There's a fine elm at the far end that gives shade. I tucked muh napkin unner muh chin and set to.

It's almost like you gotta do this on a hot afternoon in July. There jus' ain't no better time. The cold-case chill tickles yer fingertips as you peel off the sarano-wrap. Nevermind 'bout slicing...we jus' gwonna eat it!!

The peaches were crunchy, like REAL ones. And the crust had a flavor reminiscent of my own....and tha's sayin' sumpin' cuz when duh cosmoz aligns jus' right I kin whomp up a pie dat make folks sit up and (in their best ebonics) say "Yaaaaaaassssss SuHHHH!!!"

I ate nearly half. Not to worry, it won't go to waste. In fact, it probly won't last more than an hour or two. The waitress said they make them every morning. I'm a believer.

Elm shade at far left