Today we venture back to those horribly awkward high-school years, riddled with an abundance of hormones, acne, and embarrassing social situations. Have no fear, as a reward for reliving the trauma there is pie at the end!
Many years ago, in eighth grade, or ninth, or possibly tenth (but not eleventh or twelfth because I was finally cool by then, kind of), a friend and I decided to memorize the mathematical number Pi - or at least the ten digits our calculators could display. I don't remember how the challenge came about, or why we thought it would be fun, however now, and for the rest of my life, I will possess the astounding ability to recite the digits 3.141592654 on command - it doesn't impress at parties as much as you may think.
I'd like to say this little exercise unleashed a mathematical prowess in me that, prior to then, I was completely unaware of... and the rest is the plot to Good Will Hunting; However a quick glimpse into my father's finances reveal a different story: years of expensive tutors to get through high-school math and into university.
Perhaps it's more likely that my ability to memorize Pi stemmed from its association with one of my favorite foods, and not my impressive intellect - I come from a long line of pie fanatics.
Luckily there is a day perfectly designed to honour my love of all things Pi/e, March 14th or 3.14 (isn't that adorable?), and tonight I'm celebrating with classic Dutch Apple Pie - waistlines be damned!
I'll share the recipe tomorrow, for now grab yourself a piece and enjoy!