Pie Day, Part 2

24 Feb


When she baked a pie, my mother’s hands were blackbirds;

they flecked butter at heaps of sugared apples.

Her hands were wings around the piecrust’s edge,

and she fluted it until it swooped around

and down. Never worry your crust, she said.

You love crust like a child; roll it

and imagine it pretty and whole.

My grandmother could weigh flour

with her hands and measure vinegar with her eyes.

She rolled her crust with a rolling pin

cut by her father from a single apple limb.

My mother cut out star cookies from what was left.

I think about my mother and her mother

and every mother before they came along

on the days I roll out piecrust with the rolling pin

my grandmother gave to me: the rolling pin

that was part of a tree, swelling apples

from blossoms, apples to swell and dimple

crust.  My God, think of it, all those women

on fine September afternoons like these,

rolling piecrust and not worrying,

seeing things whole.

Katrina Vandenberg, Atlas

Originally uploaded by The People V. Picket Fence

Dear Friends,

This thank you note is a bit belated, as it took me a full two weeks to recover from baking, eating, and country-line dancing off too many pies.  Thank you very much for your presence at Pie Day 2011.   You are all awesome!

The total numbers are as follows:

About 50 of us ate 15 pies and raised $380 for Iowa City Hospice.

I am blown away by the generosity and joyful presence of everyone who came and their thoughtful contributions.  Like Julia, who read the incredibly apt poem, above.

And Andres, who I met for the first time on Pie Day, and used the Pie Day story to teach his students a lesson on random acts of kindness.  They drew on paper plates, and wrote Happy Birthday and happy Pie Day messages.  Andres took pictures of each plate, put them to music and sent this video!

Who knew that an opportunity to gorge ourselves on pie would turn into a country line dancing extravaganza with a kumbaya soundtrack?  For those who missed Pie Day, I’ll let your brains to the legwork on that image, for those us who were there; we had fun, didn’t we?


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