Of course, today was Pi Day, or 3.14 on the calendar.  As a certified math geek, I think this is just an amazing idea.

Flipper has been asking about pi quite a bit recently… he wanted to know what it was, what it meant, and he wanted to know how far I had it memorized.  (3.1415926 is all I have now, but in my prime (prime!  math pun!) I had probably a dozen digits more)

So I thought he might be excited to celebrate today.  His reaction when I told him?  “But I don’t really know what pi is.”  *sigh*  He was at his father’s today to boot, so I couldn’t even organize a variety of pi-themed activities to show him more about what pi is all about anyway.

But, I baked a pie.

Last fall, I froze a half-dozen pies, several apple and several blueberry, as a bit of an experiment.  I wanted to find out if I could make fresh pies with fresh, local fruit for the filling, freeze them, and have them turn out edible a few months later.  I’ve VERY pleased to say that the experiment was a complete success.  They have been scrumptious.  Today, in fact, I baked the last one of the pies, an apple pie put together with hand-picked apples from hubby’s historic family cottage/riverfront/camp down near Saint John.

It was yummy.  And since it was baked in a 9″ pie pan, the circumference was 9×3.1415926, or about 28-1/4″, and the area was 3.1415926×4.5^2, or about 63-1/2 sq in.

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