Actually, I completely forgot about it, which is my usual Pi Day tradition. I didn’t even have any frozen pie dough left over from previous forays into pie.
Sooo, instead, here is a nice picture of the best rhubarb lattice pie I ever made or ate.
It was my consolation pie, after that time I dropped the incredibly complicated rhubarb-strawberry pie I was recipe-testing on the floor. And God, it was good! It made me almost glad I dropped that other horrid thing, so I could treat myself to one so much better.
Although pixels last forever, there is sadly no way, even virtually, to eat again a pie you have once eaten. I guess I’ll just have to wait till May, when the rhubarb will be here again – tart, memorable, and full of solace.