Every Tuesday is Pie Day, and I have pie for breakfast. The Walnut Cafe offers at least five different kinds for 2.50 a slice on Pie Day. It’s pretty much the highlight of my week. Today I had apple, but peach-blueberry is my favorite.
How did this get started? I was eating breakfast there one day and this little girl at the table next to me had gotten a huge pancake with a smiley face on it. Banana eyes, whipped cream hair, strawberry nose, the whole nine yards. With a smug little smile (I don’t doubt that her father’s nickname for her was “princess”) she turns to me and says, “mine has chocolate on it”. Princess slowly eats one of the chocolate chips that outlines the pancake man’s oversized smile. Show-off.
Of course I can’t get this pancake, because it’s on the kids menu. It’s just a tragedy, and I am so jealous. And then I notice on the menu that Tuesday is Pie Day. “Would you like ice cream with that?” asks the server. Oh, absolutely. Pie with ice cream beats chocolate chips any day of the week.
It’s fun being a grownup. Those of us that work out regularly are allowed to eat whatever we want. I have an especially painful lab meeting every Tuesday morning, and pie is exactly what I need for breakfast to get me through the day. I don’t have the ice cream every time though.
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