Pecans may just be the most glamorous nut.
I mean, hazelnuts may sound a lot more ritzy, but those portly little guys are as ugly as peanuts (and those guys are actually beans – ew)
Pecans are beautiful – their sleek wood like shell is gorgeous and the inner nut meat couldn’t be more chic if it was designed by Frank Gehry
If pecans were a person they would be Lisa Bonet
I had a little mini pecan pie on this National Pecan Pie Day
It was store bought and not vegan and not fresh and not good
But that seems to be the thing about this celebrating project – a lot of things are just awful. Just trying to dance in the rain over here
It was National Blueberry Cheesecake Day according to my calendar, but then I saw a bunch of people on Instagram celebration National Blueberry Pie Day instead, so I decided to follow their lead.
I knew exactly where to get some vegan Blueberry Pie, but vegan Blueberry Cheesecake ? Good luck.
Kathleen, Duncan and I headed to our nearest and dearest pie monger, Aphrodite’s, for a slice.
It was ok.
There we saw truck driver donning (still) a “Hilary for Prison 2016” shirt.
I posted a Boomerang on Instagram of the pie eating and, as you’ll note in the comments, got called out for celebrating the ‘wrong’ day.
Would you believe this isn’t the first time this has happened?
By people who haven’t commented before, first nor last?
Reaching out only to criticize and point out flaws?
I suppose you would believe it, if you’re remotely familiar with the internet.
I would like to say I take it with a grain of salt but can’t help but think about how damaged an ego one must have to feel compelled to comment on someone’s celebration, in honour of their deceased sister, to tell them they are doing it wrong.
I’ll just leave that there.
Then Kathleen kindly escorted me to NAPA autoparts in North Van to return a deep cell car battery that we use in The Pickle because it was dead but still under warranty. This gave me extreme anxiety because I hate returning things and know nothing about the battery.
Turned out all my worry and stress was for naught. It was a great experience with no questions asked and lots of hooting and hollering and swearing. I almost can’t wait for the next one to die so I can go back. Thanks NAPA for making National Blueberry Pie Day special and being easier to get along with than my Insta followers!
A junior high substitute teacher, Mr. Menell (sic), once said something that stuck with me forever…
“An apple pie without the cheese is like a hug without the squeeze”
It was the grossest thing I ever heard and his words still haunt me
I recalled Mr Menell’s (sic) old chestnut today, National Apple Pie Day, as I enthusiastically (and interuptedly) said ‘YES!!!’ to my waitress’s offer of vegan coconut vanilla ice cream with my apple pie, in case she was going to finish her sentence with “…or some cheese”
It was delicious but the ice cream far outweighed the pie in flavour and texture. Two thumbs up on that, Aphrodite’s!
Happy Apple Pie Day everyone – hope it’s full of cheese less slices !
Seeing as how James was visiting and Vancouver is boring as all hell, we decided to go for a little Duncan-less out-of-town romantic getaway to Harrison Hot Springs
I was not happy about the Duncan-less part, but the rest was fine
We hiked and drank wine and soaked in hot springs and ate authentic German food (Vegetarian Schnitzle!!)
It was a great time and en route back to Van City, we decided to explore the band Chilliwack’s namesake city… Chilliwack!
On a “Top 10 Things to Do in Chilliwack” list, it was pretty clear that one must go to the airport for pie if in the area
So we did
One slice of Coconut Cream Pie & two forks, please!
I Fly for Pie knocked this out of the park
This pie was so tasty and creamy and coconuty. The crust was both just moist enough and just flakey enough. I cannot possibly sing the praises for this pie high enough. It’s definitely on the (chilli)whacky top ten list for a reason and 100% worth the drive. If I’m ever back in Chilliwack, I know my first stop!
The day started with a simple Google Map search using the key word “Pie” (being National Pie Day and all)
Its results lead me down my very street- a 26 minute walk- to Aphrodite’s Cafe. They did not disappoint
I gladly let them help me with the pies.
They had all kinds – strawberry rhubarb, pecan, blueberry, mushroom, quiche, regular banana cream, cherry…
The barista brought out two slabs- one pumpkin one chocolate banana cream, and some black coffees.
I was with Duncan and Kathleen and we were able to sit outside on this lovely January day (not a thing that is possible back in St. John’s)
Duncan tried very hard to use The Force to get some pie into his smooshed face.
“I’m one with The Force. The Force is with me. I’m one with The Force. The Force is with me.”
The pies were tremendous. Well, the pumpkin one was a little mushy and borderline savoury. It could have used some whipped cream or ice cream or something of that nature. The chocolate banana cream pie was divine. Fresh bananas, real chocolate, rich yet fluffy mousse… perfection. They came garnished with some hearts made out of cinnamon. Delightful.
We polished off the two slices & coffees and then headed home where I wasted the rest of the afternoon creeping people I don’t know whatsoever on Facebook ( yes, I have it back at the present moment). A great time was had by all.
Join me tomorrow for the day I have been looking forward to the most NATIONAL BEER CAN APPRECIATION DAY!!!