How often in life do you get to have fresh, Lancaster County strawberries and raspberries at the same time? These moments are rare, my friends, and a cause for much celebration.
But life is full of bad timing and difficult choices. Tomorrow, Franz Ferdinand will be performing at the Union Square Virgin Megastore in New York City, and the plan was catch a train from Philly and rub elbows with the cool people. But how can I spend the day in NYC knowing that the strawberries await and are becoming less luscious with each passing moment? Can I allow Franz Ferdinand to prevent the raspberries from fulfilling their destiny as a delicious pie?
Sorry, Franz Ferdinand.
I know, demerits for the pre-made crust, but it’s too hot to turn on the oven. The purists may take issue, but I suggest that everyone embrace the warm and welcoming spirit of all pies. Besides, I just want to be in on the latest fad.