Anyone who will asks rhetorical questions about the philosophy of pie is on the right track. Pie is simple goodness, but it is also complex ecstasy. So much more than filling plus crust, and just as the equation of Pi is a never-ending search for answers, the enjoyment of pie is an ongoing adventure of over-the-top elation and sadly, something that I can only enjoy, and not create. But, as long as there are enough creators of pie, I will gladly savor their products, and not even rest on the Sabbath.
Dr. Janet Clarkson, the author of this book, is a medicine professor and a professional doctor. Why the hell is she qualified to write about pie? Because that innocent is dissected beyond just regular demolition with a fork. Dr. Clarkson takes the crust off, flake by flake, then delves into the deepest, darkest and sweetest secrets of pie, beyond the unwavering heft of its filling to deduce what it is all about. From the nutrient density (smell, taste, mouth feel) that makes us love pie to its emotional core - she's sieved through the crumbs for us, so we can focus on chomping.
So the series of rhetorical questions Dr. Clarkson that you may never ask of pie instigates us to think beyond child-like glee. Deconstructing pie may be your best compliment to Its Roundness, whether physically, emotionally, intellectually, or spiritually. She presents some amazing information about the medieval provenance of pie, how metals and acids were once used in its fillings! And the mind-blowing architecture of what used to grace noble tables is just phenomenal. Beautifully constructed lines such as "If you are one of those sweet-toothed souls to whom 'pie' means a dessert, you have probably been frustrated up to now as meat pies have dominated our story. Your time is now come" brought a huge grin to my face, as pie does - when words on an inedible piece of paper elicit that similar effect on you, it is undeniably pure pleasure.
Like any good historian, Dr. Clarkson warns us to learn from the tragic trappings of times afore - "Pies such as these - repositories of a week's leftovers - were once so commonplace as to earn their own names. I advise you to have no illusions as to the content of Scrap pies, Saturday pies or Old Maid pies." She even elevates pie to literary heights - did pie attain the status of a Pandora's box in the Middle Ages when you could not be sure of what might greet you when you slit one open?
Oh, look - I have begun to ask rhetorical questions of pie myself! I have been inspired. And so will you be, when you read "Pie".