Friday, April 2, 2010

Guten Freitag Pie!

Imagine waking up on the morning of Good Friday to a very dark and rainy day (made even darker by remembering it's the 8th anniversary of your first kiss with Marcus -- what a kiss that was!) Then imagine turning on your computer and seeing this picture, the one of the happy, bright-faced little boy holding a baby-sized pie. Does that make you smile, or what?!The woman pictured is my friend Dayna, who got a free pie lesson from me last night. After making her Big Pie she borrowed a toy pan from her son's play kitchen for her leftover dough. Clearly little Luka didn't mind because when he saw his pan filled with apples he chanted to his mom, "More pie! More pie!" Coincidentally, the last name of this half German, half Canadian boy is Freitag, which means Friday in German. So, it is a Good Friday -- or Guten Freitag -- after all.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

TV Show Promo for "This American Pie"

Here it is! As promised, the sizzle reel for our pie TV series. We're calling the show THIS AMERICAN PIE. In TV speak, a sizzle reel is considered a sales tool, a sort of movie trailer, used to get a meeting with cable network executives, just to, literally, get a foot in the office door. So look out, we're going to be kicking down some Hollywood doors now. And walking in with homemade pie.

(Click twice on the video image to open it up in a new window, otherwise you'll only see the left half of the movie. Just when I thought I had all this technology figured out.)

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

A Day at the Beach: A Very Short Story

Once upon a rare, sunny Oregon day, a girl called Pie packed up her Mini Cooper and drove to the coast. Forget that the rhubarb Sylvia picked from her garden was still sitting in her refrigerator longing to be baked into a pie. The sky was blue! The beach beckoned! So off she went -- vroom, vroom -- with her two terriers in tow. She was not disappointed, rather she was reminded there are other joys in life besides baking pie -- like feeling the wind in her face, like watching kids fly kites. And they all lived happily ever after. With suntans. And sand on the leather car seats. The End.