Though one wouldn't guess it, considering how rarely I write about epicurean delights here, I am actually something of a foodie. So a brief interlude from our regularly scheduled shameless debauchery and costume lust for an ode to the humble pie, one of my most favorite desserts. 
I had a most sublime pie-eating experience last weekend at a coffeeshop ~ house-made blackberry-rhubarb pie, and it was perfect. Buttery flaky light crust, tangy sweet fruit, and a big dollop of very lightly sweetened handmade whipped cream ~ heaven on a plate.
And I'd choose pie over cake any day. My love for pie is so strong that when Stache and I got married, we refused to have cake for our wedding feast. Instead we requested a pie potluck, which resulted in the delight of dozens of varieties of pie, all spread out on a long table as far as the eye could see.
Amazingly, we were not eating processed sugar or white flour in those days, and a family friend who owns a bakery made us a rather glorious whole-wheat-crust, honey-sweetened, triple-decker ginger pear pie for our very own. 
Who can deny that home-made pie makes everything better?
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I love the pie potluck idea for a wedding! That is so awesome. I have so many foodie friends, that I just may have to steal it for my own wedding someday.
Also the nonsense catpha word that it's asking me to enter before I can submit my comment is "sublex". I am amused.
I like pie.
I shall have to make you pie someday! I never knew!
MmmmmmMMmmmmm... pie
What a beautiful wedding-pie! We had a tower of cream puffs for our "cake"
I must agree. Cake has little going for it, but pie! Yummm!
Look delicious :P
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