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Pi v. Pie

Today is Pi day!

It’s the day we celebrate the mathematical constant   π

I don’t know where the “we” comes from; the only math I celebrate is when my check book balances!

Frankly, it should be pie day, not pi day!

San Francisco hippie and physicist with time on his hands, Larry Shaw started the celebration of PI Day in 1988.  He led a march – really what is with all the marching in the country – and then he and the staff ate pies.

Since then, it’s been a thing.

For some.

Mostly nerds.

In 2014 they got really pushy and declared March Pi month.

Honestly, give people an inch!

If we’re gonna have a holiday celebrating Pi, it should be PIE DAY, and we should have this.

Frisch’s Strawberry Pie

What you’ll need.

  • 1 pie shell, 9inch, baked
  • 4 cups strawberries, fresh and sliced
  • 12cups water
  • 34cup granulated sugar
  • 2 tablespoons cornstarch
  • 3 ounces strawberry gelatin

Here’s how you do that!

  • In baked pie crust add sliced strawberries.
  • In small saucepan, mix water, sugar, and cornstarch and bring to boil. Boil until mixture is clear and thick, approximately 2 minutes.
  • Remove saucepan from heat and add the strawberry gelatin, stirring until dissolved. Pour this over the strawberries in pie shell. Chill and serve.

Or, you could drive to Ohio and pick one UP!

Wordless Wednesday

Thomas Edison once said,

“The best thinking has been done in solitude. The worst has been done in turmoil.” then he added, “What you are will show in what you do.”

We can learn from this…

Great and Noble

Today is the anniversary of the birth of Prussian King, Frederick the Great. He was born in 1712.

I’ll spare you the bio, thousands of pages are out there for you to read.

I find it interesting what advice great men of the past leave for us.

Freddy said, “The greatest and noblest pleasure which we have in this world is to discover new truths, and the next is to shake off old prejudices.”

I don’t know about you, but I plan on contemplating on this a tad today.

 

Dolley Did It!

There’s a big party in DC tonight, actually about 20 of them!

This is nothing new, there are always several.

Of course this time things might be different.  The Trumps are rather showy.

There’s been much ado about poor Melania not having a proper frock to wear as none of the hoity toity designers will dress the poor child.

Get real!  She’s married to a billionaire who is the President of the United States come noon today.  Someone is going to sell her a dress.

And frankly, all this “don’t dress Melania, let’s not buy from Ivanka, and tell Starbucks to move out of Trump Tower” is just bull, and is of the same ilk as “…we won’t bake for gays…”

Bullying and discrimination are wrong regardless of which way they are meted out.

But, I digress.

As usual.

I mentioned earlier this week that the first inaugural ball wasn’t held until little Jimmy Madison became POTUS.

Washington DC was a big town by the time James and Dolley Madison moved into the White House.  The country was 20 years old, things had changed.

Dolley was always ready for a good time, and at 40 was still a looker. She decided to host a ball to mark the occasion.

The only place available was Long’s Hotel, and Dolley invited 400 people!

Well, invited isn’t exactly the right word. They were given the opportunity to purchase a ticket.

The price, $4.00, outrageous at the time, didn’t stop the tickets from selling out.

A band was acquired, caterers were hired, bakers and confectioners were chosen, flowers, bunting, and decorations hung; it was a big do.

As a matter of fact, the biggest do yet in DC.

Hundreds of candles lit the room and the who’s who of Washington gussied UP in all their best to party with the POTUS.

Dolley, stunning in her fawn colored gown and matching turban with feathers wowed the crowd.  In days, turbans and feathers were all the rage in DC.

Dolley Madison became the first First Lady to set fashion trends.

Turbans?

Really?

Dolley, who always sat at the head of the table to relieve her shy spouse of social obligations, ruled the room as she sat between the Ministers of France and Great Britain.  The President sat at the side halfway down the table, his favorite place, as it allowed him to escape the social niceties he hated.

Sitting between two ministers from two nations currently at war, the First Lady kept the boys on their very best behavior.  It was truly a coup de grace for the woman most of Washington thought was shallow and vapid.

She, like many to follow her proved them wrong.

And it all came about because she wanted to celebrate her husband’s good fortune and achievement.

Now, two centuries and several inaugural balls later, what the First Lady wears, how she styles her hair, what jewelry she has on, and with whom she speaks set the tone for the next four years.

Not bad, Dolley, not bad.