On Thursday night, I carved my pumpkin, and went to bed a little early.
On Friday morning, it snowed (just a little).
A dust of snow on Halloween morning
On Saturday, I had leftover twice-baked potatoes, refried with an egg on it,for breakfast. Then I baked my pie palooza pies. Cheese and onion, again. Thank you Rutles, for the inspiration. It seemed the schedule was charmed – I left home at about 11:20, and was at the community center with the salad greens & dressing ingredients and pie donation from the co-op by 12:30. I went home and finished baking the pies, and had time to bike back over to look at the checked in pies, and even though I didn’t get back until after dark, I had time to made chicken enchiladas for supper.
On Sunday, the charmed-ness lasted until about 8:00 AM. I had lots of help in the kitchen, but something went wrong with the coffee order – when the volunteer arrived at the café to pick it up, an employee had failed to show up and there was no coffee – until she waited about 30 minutes for it to get brewed. I think it was a record turnout. We had just enough pie. By the later seatings, the selection of savory, especially vegetarian, was not the best. Two of the restaurants chose to donate organ meat pies – but they were in fact all eaten. By my lights, there was just not enough bacon. Only one pie kind – Peter Robertson of RP’s Pasta spaghetti carbonara pies had bacon. There was a quiche with chorizo, and a deep dish pie with veal sausage, the two kinds with organ meats, and chicken pot pie.
And, in an unrelated, but simultaneous disaster, Mark washed his iPhone in the pocket of his jeans.
