happy-birthday-leisa pie

Saturday, aug. 14, 2004   |   0 comments

First: I added a new sweater fix project to the permanent My Crafty collection. Check it!

And B, I am full of glee to report that Operation Leisa Birthday Pie ended in success, in my stomach. I went over to Jeff and Caroleen’s place, over on “High Crime” lane, to pick over their bush (winkie).

I after balancing on lawn furniture and shifting stacks of spare lumber, I managed to pick about four cups of berries, which I supplemented with two fantastically expensive boxes of not-even-close-to-as-tasty berries at Whole Foods, rolled out two batches of the incredibly fall-aparty crust that I was raised with (which is as easy as it is good: 1 cup flour, one stick butter, 3 ounces cream cheese), and pieced together a worrisomely outsider-art sort of pie. Baking it helped a lot, though, with the berry juice oozing and blurring over the patched-together parts, and it wound up looking passably pie-ish.

I stashed the pie in Liz’s trunk, next to her cache of fancy champagne, and we went over to fancy Public (nee “Wa-Ha-Ka!”, worst name ever) for pre-pie drinks.

Look up at the Eva Hesse-ish lamps at Public.

Jill doing the pose from Napoleon Dynamite.

Caroleen and Jeff doing the pose from Napoleon Dynamite.

Liz doing the pose from her own, sexy movie.

And here we have me,

doing an unfortunate birthday seizure,

for Leisa.

Then we went over to Amy and Sunny’s house for birthday pie and toasted coconut ice cream and hazelnut ice cream and balloons and champagne and dog patting!

Amy, Ivan, balloons!

Paco!