When I ruminate on the fact that I have a 21-year-old daughter, it makes me feel a bit woozy, like I’m standing on the roof of a skyscraper. I can see the view but I just can’t believe it’s real. Nevertheless, there she is, walking around and being competent and doing adult things as though she never was an embryo.
We wanted to celebrate this milestone birthday with more than a phone call to Bellingham, where she’s a junior at Western Washington University. We decided to meet in Seattle. We arrived after dark, feeling rather peckish. We searched around for quick eats and found a fantastic Mexican food truck. For dessert, we grabbed two pay de queso tarts. I’d never had this treat before but the lady who took our order told us it was like cheesecake, so naturally I was all in.
We ate dinner and then opened our little cheese pies. The crust was slightly sweet and the pale custard filling was very firm, smooth and redolent of vanilla. It was not frontloaded with sugar, as many cheesecakes are. It flirted with sweet but never made a commitment one way or the other. It was a totally novel taste experience and one I’m eager to repeat.
I thought it would be fitting to make this in honor of Pi Day, a celebration of the mathematical symbol π, representing the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its diameter. Type π into a calculator and you’ll get 3.141592654. Someone far wiser than me therefore decided that March 14 (3.14) is Pi Day and should be celebrated with Pi’s homonym, pie. Whoever this person is, I wish they were running the world, because it might be a much nicer place.