Yesterday was March 14. If you use the number notation to designate your calendar days, it would be 3/14 but you would say, “Three Fourteen”, right? OR… 3.14.
Thus PI, π, the symbol for the mathematical constant whose value is the ratio of any circle’s circumference to it diameter; the ratio of a circle’s area to the square of its radius. [I lifted these words from Wiki: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pi]
I love it because I love PIE and not because I’m a mathematician.
I made a Strawberry one yesterday:
Pie assembly just about to start...
I tossed in a small handful of golden raspberries that I found in the freezer. They baked away into the gooey mess.
Before going into oven - I 'carved' a few strawberries on the top and wrote '3.14 pi day' but it's hard to read.
I also sprinkled sugar and brushed on some half-n-half on the top to make it pretty-pretty.
Oops - I put my mitted hand into it when the pie attempted to get away from me!
I had pulled the pie out of the oven and placed it on a trivet. When I attempted to move pie AND trivet to show my guests the lovely hot pie, I turned a bit too quickly and the pie started to scoot off the trivet I was holding. I had to put my paw right onto the top to slow it’s inevitable crash onto my buffet and into the wall. Everyone laughs, ha ha. DARN IT.
It still tasted good.
The hub had cooked a tremendous Irish feast of corned beef, colcannon, baked Irish cod and all the trimmings – so GOOD! Our complementary beverage was Murphy’s Stout. The guests brought an Orange Creamsicle Pie which was a very refreshing treat, as well.
Thus concludes our pre-St. Patrick’s Day and PI Day celebration.