I’m really not that strong a math person.
“Jamie Miles what are you cracking up for?”
I was facing the refrigerated eggs. Their gray and white cartons stacked up high as Lego’s in the World of Fragile Things.
A voice over my shoulder asked the above question.
I turned around to spy a friend and thought, well, I didn’t realize my chuckling was so obvious but since it was — I blundered away with the truth.
“I’m having trouble with math.”
And my complete ineptitude cracked me up.
See, lovely town folk are going to donate money to my Ronald McDonald House fund and I’m going to hand over to them delicious homemade pecan pies — except the crust. Nobody makes a crust from scratch anymore unless they are a Pioneer Woman or something.
I hope none of my Pie Project people freak out if they read that. Like I’m some phony pie person. Honesty sometimes comes with a high price.
Here’s my shopping list. Looks like at some point, standing in front of the butter I tried to figure things out.
If I needed four eggs per pie and there were 12 eggs in a carton how many do I buy? Or if I need one stick of butter per pie and I’m baking 20 pies should I buy five of the pound butters?
I must have really been confused. I first tried 4 x 5 —
Then I tried 5 x 4 and came up with 20.
At this point, I realized I was calculating that each recipe equaled one pie.
When one recipe makes two pies.
Oh well, the first two are in the oven. I might not be able to add, but I can make a lot of pies.
I hope I haven’t made any of my Pie Project people nervous with this post. Pay no attention to the woman behind the computer screen . . .
Any way. Let me know if you’d like one.
Happy NaBloPoMo Day 24.
