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Sometimes people send weird things. Images of themselves, or pies they made, or both. Be aware, images you send might get posted along with your letter, but your name won’t be identified if you don’t provide it. Piefolk@gmail.com is my email address.
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Sometimes people send letters asking for relationship or life advice. That’s great, but keep it short and don’t tell us your whole life story. Stick to one or two questions, please. We’re all busy, and stressed out, so let’s keep it brief, lucid and cute with the advice letters, K?
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I saw the link to your blog on Donna’s facebook page. I have never made a pie before even though I cook all the time. I would like to make the Triple Berry Pie but I didn’t catch how much confectioner sugar was used or if it was used.
I enjoyed your videos.
dude people need to eat. who the fuck are you???? dont even have a burn mark on your arm from cookin!!! bet you are short with a little dick that cant fuck! we all know girls like baked goods… you are doing nothing new faggot>>>wait i take that back…my gay dude would think you were a faggot.
xox call me 646209779…dumbass
god i am soooooo sorry. my humor dosent suit me when im drinking!! soo sorry
not funny. i was drinking. funny humor not so funny! i feel VERY bad. but…lets haha about it!
also i love pies…..sooo im the asshole
Bridget – the amount of sugar is up to you. I think it depends, really, on how sweet the produce you get is… If you get berries that are a little tarter than you’d like, add some sugar to taste… If you get sweet, ripe berries, maybe just a little sugar, or none at all. Thanks for watching!
Michael
Thanks Michael. I’m going to make the pie on Sunday for a super bowl party. I’ll let you know how it turns out.
i’m curious to know what pie goes best with woodchuck pear cider?
Adobo pie with fresh radish.
ok- I love the pie videos but I am gagging over the music!! Cat Dog!! hello. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you write, play guitar and sing. I had no idea. Please let me know if you guys ever do a show. LOVE!!!
Piefolk are the best folk in the world (well, them and circus folk). I enjoyed meeting you guys in Tallahassee. Hope there’s an album soon.
Thanks Sherry and Danny! There will be an album soon – not to worry…
Hey Michael, it’s Josh, from your Canadian Improv group. I had a few questions on pursuing my career as an actor. Please get back to me, Josh.
Hey Josh. You can reach me at pariswages@gmail.com. I’d love to chat about your acting career.
Hey Michael,
This is Matthew from your flight into LGA on the 4th. I am here tonight and thinking about the ritz. Hope you are there…
I did lose my phone this past week on a trip and all my numbers..:( you can email me or message me. My number is 404 663 5953. Ttys
Thanks for your kind comment and for adding me to your blogroll. If I ever need to impress somebody by baking them a pie….I’ll know where to come! ;-)
Hi there! My pal Jared told me to check out your website! Sir, this is certainly fantastic! Pies and extreme hipster action! Love it!
I have a friend that’s writing a book about pies and homemaking. Her blog site is hipgirlshome.com
But also, we would love to be featured on your page sometime. let us know if that is even something you like doing! We’d cram some bluegrass pie numbers into a video for you!!! mwah!
Hilary
I’d love to! Sounds great!
Hey Michael,
I’m Michael too! Last year I started my own farmer’s market pie business, IC Pie. The next time I’m in NYC or Brooklyn we should meet and trade recipes. By the way I loved the EVB layout. Very sexy!
Michael
Thanks. Keep in touch with me. piefolk@gmail.com is my addy. Let me know when you come to town and I’ll come see your pies.
Hi M.
Ya know, its been years since we’ve been in touch. And longer since I have seen you in person (in Tallahassee.) But lately I have been reading your Facebook postings and really loved the Obama Pie(ce). (get how I accentuated the “pie” in piece. (I know. Crazy, right?))
Anyhoo, I am fairly accomplished in the kitchen (which you would know if you had come to my birthday party in January, on MLKJr day — MLKJr and I do not have the same birthday, my birthday is not even in January – but the party was. Actually, now that I write that, it occurs to me that maybe the same is true for MLKJr. I don’t actually know when his birthday is. But maybe it has nothing to do with the day its celebrated. Like Jesus… and me. Maybe its because we are both Capricorns… Jesus and I. Not MLKJr. Well, I don’t think so anyway — about MLKJr — I cooked for everyone… Brisket, Home made MacNCheese, blacked eyed peas with kielbasa, sweet potatoes with pecans and pineapple. It was fun. You might have enjoyed it. But you didn’t even RSVP or otherwise respond to the invite. Not that I am holding a grudge, but hey, you know, its the little things.) Last year I started taking a crack at desserts. Cookies, Cakes, a great banana cream pie with vanilla bean, the occasional Key Lime pie with a chocolate Ganache topping. For Christmas I made my own version of a Sacher Torte with a homemade semi-sweet Schlag. Lately I have been mediating on a chewy oatmeal cookie with dark chocolate chunks and sweet cherries. In truth, I am not much of a pie person. I mean I like them, but I think that cookies and cakes are more substantial. But since following your “career” I have to admit that I am more intrigued about the whole “pie thing.” It seems to me that it’s all in the crust (as they used to say back in the 70’s in gay porn reviews.) So, I thought we might give it another go and extend another offer. Perhaps you could come over for dinner (something really good and heavy, like Indian Food, which I would make from scratch… so it really wouldn’t be Indian, per se, but more like Indian-Jewish fusion…) You could bring a pie for dessert, or better yet, come over here and we could make the pie together. Eric could photograph it all (the cooking and the food). I think that would be fun. Let me know.
By the way, what do you do with all this pie you make. Are you affiliated with a bakery?
Thanks for the invite Ian. Sorry I didn’t respond. Was it a facebook event? I don’t always see those.
Thanks for following my ‘career.’ I love that you’ve put that in quotes. Hilarious. Have you been watching my comedy career? Is that what you mean? Is that why you’re separating it from the ‘pie thing?’ Is it my music career?
I might be coaxed into coming over for food. I’m busy these days, but, it’s certainly nice of you to offer.
Actually, you have seen me in person since Tallahassee. You approached me outside the UCB theater, remember? You gave me some very bad news rather flippantly about a dear friend of ours. I asked after him, if you’d seen him, and you said he’d died of AIDS. Then when I asked if you were serious you shrugged and said you didn’t know. It was pretty shocking.
Thanks for following the blog – I really appreciate you reading and watching. It’s super nice of you. I’m sorry if I lost track of your invitation to dinner. That was rude of me, and I don’t really care much for, or respond well to, rudeness.
As for the pie, I eat it, Ian, or I give it to friends. Mystery solved.
Have a great one!
Best,
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Hi MM,
OMG! I totally remember that… now… that you reminded me… I was with my friend Morton who lives in Penn South in the building right behind the Grastetites into which the UCB theatre is crammed into the back. I do not remember the particulars of our conversation nor can I now recall which one of our several still living and/or deceased mutual dear friends after which you had inquired but I now feel bad that I may have said something untoward. I think you can probably tell that, in general, I am sweet, but that I also have a darkly irreverent edge to my humor which leads me to say (or write) things that, I am told, folks sometimes find shocking (or worse) and for which I am for ever finding myself having to feel bad about saying (and/or writing) years after I have actually said and/or written them. So, I apologize for shocking you and for the record, I hope that whomever it was I was flippantly referring to did not actually die of AIDS, since its still a far too politicized and stigmatic illness but rather something far more mundane, like drowning in his swimming pool during a botched (and failed) attempt to rescue his toddler who was also drowning (though quite successfully) in said pool. A less sensitive essayist might, at this point, observe that, in this case, the apple has not fallen far from the tree. Or perhaps something less morbid, like slipping quietly away during a coma caused by the sudden impact of his head with the windshield of his best friend’s Ford Pickup truck resulting after the best friend, after a night of heavy drinking, thought it might be interesting to have his pick up jump the median of the Florida Turnpike and slam into oncoming traffic, admittedly a really bad idea, but which, miraculously resulted in no other injuries, not a single scratch, except for a mild case of contextual (and presumably guilt induced) aphasia for the now former (but not “Late”) best friend, who found himself unable to form coherent speech when discussing anything having to do with driving or trucks, putting a decisive, if somewhat ironic, end to his otherwise unblemished and rather stellar career as a salesman on his father’s used car and truck lot in Destin, Florida.
(Oh dear. There I go again.)
Don’t sweat the party. Yes, I invited you via Facebook. It was great. Lots of folks. But you would not have known anyone and it was really all a bit overwhelming. And besides, I have a feeling that your particular charms and talents a