My husband, Rollo, was in the hospital for 4 days in October. He’d never spent a night in the hospital before. I don’t have to tell those of you who know him, but he’s rather ‘busy”. Like border collie busy. Like constant motion busy. Continue reading
One more thing to be thankful for. Pie! Ok, two things. Coffee and Pie!
I LOVE pie! and coffee. and bears.
Last summer, I was poking around the shops in Stillwater and discovered the artist Sue Rowe‘s awesome bears. Art prints, books, T-shirts, magnets, you name it – all with beautiful (sometimes really funny) bears. After about an hour of hemming and hawing over which to buy, I had to make up my mind. I think it was getting close to 3 o’clock. Why the hurry?
In our house we have this…I don’t know what to call it. An event? A celebration? An extra meal? That’s it. It’s the fourth meal of the day. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and 3 o’clock coffee.
Unless you are a fan of “second breakfast”, but that’s another story.
I was introduced to this wonderful habit by my ex-father-in-law. Otherwise known as the Silver Finn. I don’t know if it was a Finnish tradition or he made it up, but it is a very very good idea. It’s not all about coffee either. It’s about taking a break. Sitting down for some coffee and a TREAT. Pie please. Or cookies or cake or…you get the idea. It’s even better if you have someone to share it with. If it’s been a good day, you feel better after 3 o’clock coffee. If it’s been a bad day, you feel better after 3 o’clock coffee.
I love my 3 o’clock coffee. I seriously never miss it. I pack a thermos for Rollo when he goes to work. We bring something to the beach or on the boat when we are in Florida. We ride bikes to the bookstore just so we can have the cream puffs at Barnes and Noble.
I am amazed (and saddened) that not everyone does this. I am amazed there isn’t some law that you have to have 3 o’clock coffee. If you don’t want the coffee or the pie, you could just lie down on your mat for a nap, like in kindergarten. Does that even happen anymore? It should. The world would be a far happier, friendlier place if everyone took 3 o’clock coffee. Or a nap. Or both.
Some of the best pie ever is at Joseph’s Family Restaurant in Stillwater. I don’t even really want to tell you about the rhubarb delight (if you don’t already know). Or Rollo’s favorite Chocolate Caramel Supreme. Clink on the link for a photo gallery of 24 of their pies. It’s pie porn.
The only pie that compares with me is a piece of homegrown homemade huckleberry pie at Two Sister’s Cafe in Babb, Montana – right outside of Glacier National Park. It was really good, but I did have a hiker’s high (and appetite) going at the time. I would have to go back and try it again to really judge which is better.