Ger Zaagsma



There is pie today. There isn’t pie every day. But today is a pie day. I made two Scottish meat pies and I had enough dough left over for a little apple pie. On pie days, there is great rejoicing and distinct lack of gnashing of teeth. (Yes, there are days when there is gnashing of teeth. Those are usually days when the dog has leapt up and eaten my dinner for me. Then all there is left to do is gnash, as there is no dinner to fill the space between my teeth.) It is a happy, happy day. See? I am now rejoicing over my pie and the dog is way the fuck outside.