Mmmm... Pie

My sister and her family are visiting NYC to take in the sights and test out some of the goodies to which David and I have become addicted. In honor of their visit (and the fact that I will be out of town on Easter, leaving David to eat his peanut butter eggs in solitude), I made pie. Only, one should never make pies the day before one intends to eat them, because the siren song of a freshly made strawberry pie is simply irresistible.

So we found ourselves eating our pies a day early, not realizing that we were consuming our dessert very appropriately, as it was March 14th.

Mmmm... accidental Pi Day celebration.