That’s right, it’s Pi Day—March 14, or 3.14. Or 3.141592654 and on and on, with no repeating pattern. What does one do on Pi Day? Bake pies.
For those who may not remember Euclidian geometry, Pi, represented by the Greek letter π, is the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its diameter. For any circle, the distance around the edge is a little more than three times the distance across. Two equations drilled into my head and I’ll likely always remember are the circumference of a circle (2 πr) and the area of a circle (πr2), where r=radius of the circle. Believe me, these equations come in helpful all the time.
My mom was a fine pie baker and she passed on the passion to me and my siblings. This year, older brother Peter and I faced off in the Cherry Pie contest. Buffalo vs. Bethlehem. Go at it, men.
It’s not really a contest, but we’re both proud of our pie-baking skills. So, not a competition. Well, you decide. Mine is the paler one on the left, with the correct symbol I might add, and a few flesh wounds in the crust. His is the juicy, golden-looking one on the right, with those darkened edges and the leak. I think we both scored about the same, somewhere in the neighborhood of 3.141592654 out of 5. Who wants a slice?