Amidst this run-for-your-life day of WEATHER and SNOW and Stranded-in-traffic and Snuggling-in-at-Home, I hope for everyone a safe, warm day and a quick recovery from all the ravages of the storm.
It’s also National Pie Day, of-which-we-could-always-use-more, folks, and though I’ve never had a “hand” for pie crust, and we’re mostly CAKE people, we’re having Chicken Pot Pie on this blustery, iron-cold evening.
And I never think of pie anymore without thinking of the scene in “MICHAEL,” when they sit down in the truck-stop restaurant, a whole bunch at the table, and order “Two slices of every kind of pie you have.” Haven’t you always wanted to do just that---just sit at a table of good friends or family, contemplating such a generous array of SWEET, and sampling each at your leisure, as you chat amongst yourselves in that long-time friendship way? There would be just something about someone else setting such largesse before you, like Royal Command and Sovereign Decree, with just the quiet request and the cheerful delivery.
That rowdy Michael tells Andie McDowell to “sing your song about pie,” and she does, in that slow, earnest way she does everything.
But don’t stop THERE! You can't miss that famous Michael Dance, which will have you sashaying around the kitchen like you’re wearing your Saturday-Night outfit, Shalimar and best kickers.
I’ve got a lot to do for tomorrow’s Birthday Gathering, so go DANCE for me---like my Mammaw always said, “It’ll do you good and hep you, too.”
Stay warm and well, my dear friends,