David and I took a pie-baking class at the Brooklyn Kitchen. It was pretty much totally awesome. Today I thought I’d lost my pie on the subway,
which would have sucked, but then I found it in my apartment. I tried to get some ice cream to go with it, and had agreed with myself I could spend $5. The first deli I went to charged $6 for a pint of Haagen Daz, so I left for what I thought would be the cheaper deli down the street. Same pint, $7. Make a fool of me once, shame on you. Make a fool of me twice… No ice cream.
Sunday, the band is reuniting upstate for some fall harvest hoe-ing down with all your favorite farmers. If you’re running around upstate this weekend, come join us!
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