3.141592... Pi or Should I say Pies?

So, serendipitously, tomorrow is Pi Day... here's a nice little post about pies in honor of the great mathematical principle... (not that I've used it in the past 5 years...)

Oh, and a small piece of trivia. When I was in 7th grade, I memorized this: for Pi Day...

3.14159265358979323238462 - that's a lot of pi.

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This last week, my colleague invited me to her house to learn how to make delicious apple pie.

I was really excited about going and making it. The only problems?

1. I hate pie. The analogy I've come up with to describe why I hate pie is related to my aversion to flannel as well. Pie crust, it's like flannel for your mouth. :) Oh well.

2. And no sweets. Oh well.

It was a lot of fun getting together and fun learning a new skill! I thought they even looked pretty too.

Apple Pie from scratch. (Not too shabby for my first pie ever.)

And nope. Didn't eat a bite--gave it to a family in our ward to say thanks for watching Adi.

Today I decided to try again, and worked up this masterpiece as well...

Blueberry pie, crust from scratch. (Pretty great for my second pie, don't you think!?)

And nope. Didn't eat a bite--gave it to my family for their FHE treat.

So, now we wait until April so I can make Ryan a Cherry Pie. (He's sad that we've made 2 batches of cookies and 2 pies and that he hasn't been able to eat any of them. Only 19 more days... ugh, when will March be over!?)