Tomorrow is Pi Day, and we always celebrate in style. We went for it early this year, because we had friends over for lunch. I couldn’t see the point in making a dessert for today, then making a pie for us tomorrow.
So we ran the numbers, and my brilliant, engineer husband determined something about today’s date being 3.135…(give-or-take *mumbly-bumbly*), and we could round that off to 3.14, and therefore! it would be just fine to make the pie and serve it for dessert today.
As long as we saved some to eat tomorrow. On the real Pi Day.
So we did.
This of course called for ice cream, which I cooked up last night and froze this morning. French vanilla.