My mom's flight was delayed/cancelled tonight which meant we had to hunt down a culinary adventure in Seattle. We ended up at Pie Bar in Capitol Hill. Oh. My. God. As I sit here at home in bed, I look at my very full tummy and am very, very, very blissed out. I am so grateful for the time with my mom and the adventures we continue to have when we get together. She is my best friend, my rock, my universe. Thank god for her and thank god for pie.
Pie is like a warm hug that takes care of you when it feels like everything and everyone is against you. Pie confirms that things in the world work. Pie equals nostalgic feelings of being home in Maine. Pie is god and pie is gold.