Pi, the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its diameter, is an infinite, constant number (i.e. the number goes on forever and it’s the same number for all circles of all sizes). π equals 3.1415926535897932384626etcetera,etcetera. Because of this, math-lovers and sugar-aficionados alike celebrate March 14 (3/14 = 3.14) as Pi Day each year. This year was extra special because it was a once-a-hundred-years opportunity to celebrate a full five digits (3/14/2015 = 3.14[.]15). Adam and I partook in both dessert pies and pizza pies to mark the occasion.
Adam and I knew that we wanted to go for the double, so we headed to Park Slope, where both our favorite pie place and pizza place reside. We were clearly not the only ones to have this idea –
After an hour+ wait, we did dessert first with pie at Four & Twenty Blackbirds.
Malted chocolate pecan for him and buttermilk chess for me. The crusts suffered a bit from what must have been a major uptick in production (Blackbirds was offering a 3 slices for $14 special) but the fillings were amazing as always.
Then we did slices of pizza pie at Pino’s.
Bbq chicken for me. Adam got more because he has π memorized beyond the first three digits 😉
Dinners in Bowls
I’m not so big on plates -I also prefer chopsticks to forks – and it feels like we eat the majority of our dinner out of bowls. Extra-credit if the food is layered into the bowl instead of served as a homogenous dish. Our dinners last weekend hit both counts.
We even ate dessert in bowls.
The ice cream was good, but nothing about it was “Tres Leches.” Boo.
Spicy sweet potato bowls.
- baked yam
- creamy Sriracha sauce – Sriracha, mayo, and honey
- sautéed broccoli – in soy sauce and rice vinegar
- sunny side up egg – fried in coconut oil
This was… not good. The idea was good, I think, but the broccoli was freezer-burnt and the potatoes were old.
Our bbq bowls were much, much better.
- brown rice cooked in chicken stock
- bbq pulled chicken – cooked in the crockpot with stock and smothered in TJ’s bbq sauce
- collard greens sautéed with bbq sauce and turkey bacon
- tons of caramelized sweet and red onions (cooked like this)
- shredded sharp cheddar
We’re going to put our leftovers on top of salad later this week and I’m pretty excited about it.
Drinks in DUMBO.
I am obsessed with Brooklyn Roasting Company‘s coffee and we finally made it to their roaster/café. I wish I had taken photos because the space was gorgeous and inviting, but we loved our beverages.
Iced Maple Shay for me = espresso with cream and real maple syrup. Amazingly, it was too sweet and creamy for me to finish.
Our next stop was the antithesis of maple and cream, green juice from Forager’s.
Kale, spinach, cucumber, and papaya. I will not be getting papaya again; I always like to include one sweet and juicy component in my green juice (carrot, apple, watermelon, etc) but the papaya did not bring any brightness to the party.
Sunday brunch and brunch dessert (<– that’s not a thing!) in East Williamsburg. We ate at Brooklyn Star where Adam was 99.9% sure that Emma Stone was at the next table. It wasn’t her, but it sure was her doppelgänger.
The bourbon bon bon – bourbon, iced coffee, sweetened condensed milk – was the menu item that called me in.
Nope! I love bourbon, and I love iced coffee, but apparently I don’t love them together.
My kale salad stole my heart though.
You can’t see it under the giant cheese crisp, but there was raw kale with lemon vinegarette, roasted peanuts, and golden raisins. Best kale salad ever. I know I say that every time, but this one was my new favorite.
We also got coffee at Sweatshop.
And the best sundae ever at Milk Bar. With crack pie soft-serve. The guy asked me if I wanted “hot fudge or cornflakes?,” and I answered “both.”
That was the correct answer.
Do you celebrate Pi Day? Favorite kind of pie?