there was a lot to celebrate this past month, most notably my big bro rob’s move up to the big apple. i’ve been hoping he’d make the move since, well since i moved up here and on saturday april 1st it came true! (a.k.a. it wasn’t some sick april fool’s joke.) he showed up with my other bro jake and i showed up with the best thing i could think of: pie.
pie, pie, pie. we really love pie in my family. probably because i really love making it. on summer weekends together, pie is my baking project of choice. i run out of hands when i start counting the number of friends and family i’ve made pies with.¹ so it seemed only right that upon my bro’s arrival, a pie would be a nice treat. not to mention, a really good mid-move snack.
i had planned to make the pie saturday morning and bring it over to my bro’s new place that afternoon when they arrived. butttt my plans got a bit meddled after a night out on friday, spent very wisely at my favorite place in nyc – sid gold’s request room, which led to sleeping in on saturday. who can blame me? needless to say, pie making was pushed a bit later in the day. and my brothers’ plans? they were actually arriving *earlier* than expected. not exactly what i wanted to hear. i got to baking right away.
2 hours later and the brothers had arrived in brooklyn as i was just pulling out a hot berry pie from the oven. wow it looked good. but how the hell was i going to get this thing over there? i live seven six stops away in manhattan requiring two trains to get to my brother’s new place. would i bring the pie on the subway? i thought about this. for like a second. hell no i was not taking a warm pie in the subway. how would i swipe my subway card and hold it? not to mention, this pie was still hot so i would have to hold it on a cookie sheet. the pie didn’t make it on the subway. instead, i went with uber. i was already late anyways so hopefully a car would get me there faster.
my uber driver was not happy with my entrance. i had to ask a random man on the street to open the car for me and i didn’t really think through being on nyc streets in a car with a liquid-y, bubbling pie. as i sat clutching the pie plate so hard, the dessert spilled and leaked onto the cookie sheet. one big pothole and that pie would’ve leaked all over my uber driver’s car. and boy was he noticing. “is that going to spill??” he kept asking me. “everything okay” came out of his mouth at each stoplight. i felt terrible, but what could i do! i needed to get the pie there! and i did. a few sticky fingerprints were left on my uber man’s car (sorry sir), but i made it and greeted my brother with a “welcome to new york city” shout and a pie shoved right into his face. a warm welcome right there.
¹s/o to some special folks i’ve made memorable pies with: this thanksgiving apple w/ my mom, this lattice beauty with my bestie stella, this strawberry cream version w/ my dad, this low-res pie w/ another bestie yarbs (from my ig’s days of infancy), and this berry number showing off pie process with avh.
photography by catherine o’donnell/butter yellow.