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When my oldest child was 18 and my middle child was 6 (both sons), I was pregnant with my daughter. We are a homeschooling family and spent loads of time together. My oldest was in college and already working full time in his chosen profession.
With a baby on the way, much time was spent talking about and accommodating this.
So much of my attention was turned inward, I wanted to do something for the little one that would help him continue to feel central. As an educator, I was introducing the idea of science in practical ways that he could see and understand—comparing and contrasting items or issues, amassing and compiling data, objective versus subjective assessments. We’d spent some time making charts comparing the relative sizes of monsters from Godzilla films. I needed a new project; one that would entertain and educate him, and be pretty physically easy for me.
In service to this end, we embarked on Pie Wednesday: Once each week, we would go to a different venue and eat pie. We’d make a list of the flavors chosen, locations eaten, cost. We’d compare size of pie slices served. We’d measure flakiness of the crust, color of filling. We’d take notes on the way presentation of pie influenced perception of flavor.
We took this joyful experiment very seriously.
We made the rounds and kept copious notes. We talked to waitresses. We answered lots of questions about homeschooling and the finer points of pie reviewing. We laughed a lot. At some point, we concluded our study. I think he felt he’d eaten more than enough pie.
I’m not sure he remembers all the data we collected or the conclusions we drew, but I hope he feels warm and loved when he thinks of pie.

Natalie Dee Pie