Magpie and Muttonfly

 Not to brag or anything, but …

If you’ve read this here blog for any amount of time, you know the answer to this question is yes, yes I have.  We, actually.  My mum and I; and since it was her co-workers who drew attention to the fact that is was, indeed, our day, I let her do the honors.  I played the role of paparazzi.  [which, now would probably be a good time to mention the pics were not the best.  I've been back a week - is it too late to blame jet lag?!]

After the washing-of-the-hands and putting-of-the-hat ceremony, she received her pie-throwing instruction …

Here would be the pupil in action (In all fairness, I was fiddling with the the controls on my camera, trying to find the indoor setting, when I realized she was mid-throw.  I nearly broke my neck trying to get the shot.  That’s just how dedicated I am.) …

Here is her impersonation of the evil-pie-thrower-troll.  She insists she was just intent on the instruction, but I think we all know the truth …

She was, however, a quick study.  Look!  She can carry on a conversation AND dress a pie …

The end product:  olive oil, smoked gouda cheese – which was so, so gooda (sorry, it couldn’t be helped), ham, wee bit of roasted garlic, zucchini, black olives, ‘shrooms, one jalepeneo smack dab in the middle, and a sprinkling of Mrs. Dash. 

Topped with fresh tomats, I might add - proper placement of which was very serious business.  Obviously … 

It was so tasty, it actually brought a tear to my eye.  Pretty sure.  

If you live in or near Boise – good news – you too can have your own day.  The thrill!  The EXCITEMENT!  I know.   Check their website for your name (or group on Wednesdays).   If you don’t live in or near Boise, sorry about your luck.  Thankfully, you just never know what the future holds.  And one must always have something to aspire to …