Mostly True Memoirs
It’s Pi Day.
It’s a great day for a homophone lesson for my ESL students.
I have a longstanding tradition of making whoopie pies on March 14.
I hit the kitchen to start baking.
Only to realize that I didn’t have any marshmallow cream.
This is one of the pitfalls of an empty nest.
No marshmallow cream.
No problem.
I can make vanilla cream instead.
Only to realize that I didn’t have any powdered sugar.
Another pitfall of the empty nest.
But again, no problem.
I don’t need no stinkin’ powered sugar.
I can make my own.
I made a very, very small batch this time.
A regular recipe makes a ton of huge whoopie pies.
What are the two of us going to do with that much food?
We need a bunch of teenage athletes and all of their teammates to tackle that many goodies.
I told my ESL classes that Americans love play-on-word humor.
They now understand why it is funny to eat pie on Pi Day.
They now know why it is funny to celebrate Pi Day on March 14.
I explained that it’s not a real holiday, it’s just an excuse to eat pie.
Happy Pi Day.