A Poem About Pie

I am traveling and not baking (though I may bake some tomorrow), but for many US cooks, tonight is pie night. Tomorrow, after all, the oven is reserved for the turkey (and rolls and stuffing and …). This is for the late night pastry cooks and poets. It’s one of my favorite poems about pie, because sometimes it’s good to do a small, useful thing*.

Untitled – Grace Paley

I was going to write a poem
I made a pie instead it took
about the same amount of time
of course the pie was a final
draft a poem would have had some
distance to go days and weeks and
much crumpled paper
the pie already had a talking
tumbling audience among small
trucks and a fire engine on
the kitchen floor
everybody will like this pie
it will have apples and cranberries
dried apricots in it many friends
will say why in the world did you
make only one
this does not happen with poems
because of unreportable
sadnesses I decided to
settle this morning for a re-
sponsive eatership I do not
want to wait a week a year a
generation for the right
consumer to come along

*that last bit is a quote (also about pie-making) from the movie version of “A Home at the End of the World”.