If you write the 14th of March American style, you get 3.14, so American geeks call it “Pi Day” and generally celebrate by eating pie.
This strikes me as
- silly and arbitrary
- an excuse to eat pie.
So of course we celebrate it.
I don’t cook pie often because pastry is a bit of a faff on and cleaning up afterwards is worse. One of the few exceptions is Pi Day.
This year I was a day late, but pie is still pie. In this case venison pie, although rather inelegant. The gravy wasn’t supposed to bubble over the pastry and hide most of the 4. Nobody cared, because it was delicious. Maybe I won’t wait a whole year before I do the next one.