Yesterday was National Pi Day, you no doubt know. My eldest sister-in-law sent out an email yesterday morning reminding her siblings and their spouses of this fact. Her email included a link to a page that gave some interesting facts on the origin of Pi Day as well as facts about pi itself. It turns out that 6% of Americans have memorized pi to ten decimal places – a bunch of math nerds, I’d say. I am one of them, of course. I memorized those ten digits when I was a college student.
Have you ever used them? You might legitimately ask. The honest answer would be, “No, of course not” – not even to try to impress a girl. There are many other ways to get a prospective partner to undress – preparing a delicious meal for them has been very successful for me.
Anyway, I suggested to Susan that we should have pizza for dinner in honor of Pi Day. We usually discuss what we are going to have for dinner on the night before – just before retiring. We had not had that discussion on Monday evening; so, I proposed the pizza on short notice on Tuesday morning after reading the email. She agreed. Yesterday afternoon, I went to the Central Market in search of pizza. I found a suitable pizza (the deli there makes good ones), and I noticed that the price for all the pizzas said, “$3.14 off.” It was a tip of the cash register to pi, of course.
I bought a variety of pickled olives and some grilled artichoke hearts. Susan doctored our pizza accordingly. We had a delightful Pi Day dinner.
I hope that you did too.
I have to love commenting here. I received a text from my Sister (age 88) with the picture of the first fresh strawberry pie she had ever made. She titled it, “Happy Pie Day”. The pie was beautiful and I could see no use in spoiling her joy! So , Happy Pi Day!