This story, like most good stories, begins with a pie.
Last night, my roommates and I held a family dinner, each making our own contribution to the meal. I made the dessert, by far the best thing to cook when preparing food for other people to eat. The final result was a perfectly homemade blueberry pie.
The recipe I used for this simple pie can be found here.
As I placed the pie on the table for dinner, it struck me. This pie was not just a pie. It was something handcrafted by someone for the enjoyment of others. It was a work of art that, just a few minutes later, would disappear into a pile of crumbs.
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