Strictly on Account of My Sweet Potato Pie
(Title is from a Ray Charles song.)
I'm not working much these days... between oncology appointments and Gymboree classes, but I did work the red carpet show for the Oscars at the end of a very, very, very long week. My mom was back in the hospital for surgery, on her spine this time. But I didn't want to miss the big silly show. I love live TV and everything happens so fast you can't think about anything else for two hours, so it was a great way to climb out of my own head and think ridiculous thoughts... "Hmmm, Penelope Cruz looks like Cookie Monster from the waist down..."
When I got home, ears ringing with Italian countdowns... our friend Mark arrived with a pie in hand. His first pie. Isn't it beautiful? His mom should be proud. An Alton Brown recipe. Not too sweet, not too savory. Very reminiscent of the pie from Clover Grill in New Oleans, served by boys who man the grill during the day and go drag at night. I was honored that he made his first pie for us. That's what good pie can do, stretch your sorry, tired ass just a little bit more, extend your good nature just a few more minutes... Delish.
And I had it for breakfast the next day.
