We decided our summer thing (sometimes we skip spring here, so we need to plan early) is to go get pie. I LOVE pie. Pie is perfect. It fits any occasion, season, mood. Pie is happiness, and I want perfume that smells like it.
Our first pie adventure was to Quack’s Bakery. It was a not too warm evening, and we sat outside, sharing pie with friends. We shared a slice of peach pie and chocolate cream. And somehow the air vents wafted fresh pie right past our noses, and I wanted to camp in their parking lot forever.
(second photo from here) I was too busy deciding on types of pie to be bothered with photos.