Gary and I were having some trouble whipping up a proper birthday frenzy for him. Even he recognized every day is his birthday in his Birthday Month.
So, how to make Saturday special? Gary first suggested I make him some Elvis Food from Are You Hungry Tonight? then I offered a Cake, or a CakePie, or a PieCake.
"You know what I want," he said ominously.
"What's next. What. Comes. Next."
"I don't know.What?"
We tossed around this idea until it became a disintegrating ball of filth, but he's still interested. At one point he said, so, you take the smaller inner pie, then glaze it with brown sugar, cook that till it forms a crust, then put that into the larger pie.
Or, I could go with two fairly dry crusty-pies. Perhaps a pecan pie for the outer pie and a fluffy chocolate mousse pie for the inner pie. Those would be open-top pies, unlike the hidden Blueberry Hostess Pie inside the, shall we say, peach pie?
Or a filled croissant dipped in caramel dropped into a half-set bowl of Jello. To show my Love. I could call it "Pieglycerides."