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When I was little, you could not get past George Washington’s birthday without at least a sliver of cherry pie. The crust might not be the flakiest, but the cherries were red, sweet and glutinous enough to get you through the greyest mid-week February. (We did not herd holidays to the nearest Monday back then.)
The sales ads all had little hatchets on them, not only in honor of chopped prices, but of HONESTLY chopped trees. (“I cannot tell a lie,” Crazy Eddy burbled maniacally. Yes, we knew he could probably be undersold, but it was still a good schtick.)
Fast forward to 2012. We have plenty of sales, plenty of chopped trees, lots of talk about honesty (and lots of flakiness too.) But what about the pie?
That’s what I want to know, and (since I haven’t had dinner yet), the sooner the better: what happened to all that pie?!???
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