Hi, kindred pie lover.
Please call me the Pie Guy or if you prefer, Lee.
I’m just beside myself that you took an interest in little ol’ me. It really means a great deal to me.
When I started my pie adventure, I had no idea the impact it would have on my life. I can’t wait to share my excitement with you. It’s my dream to share my love of baking pies with you. I’m your pie guy and you are my friend.
From 9 to 5 I’m a software engineer with an electronics engineering degree. You know, you’re saying how boring. However, when I share my passion for pies and my baking discoveries, your interest peaks.
I’m a multi-racial American, part white or part black. Whatever you prefer. You most likely would perceive me as a black American by appearances only – emphasis put on appearances only.
So where does all of this fit in with pie?
To my amazement, my pie affair is able to break down racial and age barriers with totally strangers who would otherwise ignore me or be indifferent.
I live in an area where I’m considered to be the invisible minority.
I’m always shopping for my next pie escapade. This time, I was looking for heavy whipping cream. By the way, I always recommend heavy cream for pumpkin pies if you want to give them a fresher and more natural taste.
So back to my story. While I’m checking dates on cartons of heavy cream in the dairy section,a well-dressed lady with her teenage daughter came up behind me wanting cream too.
She seemed rushed and asked me to hand her one of the creams. I politely gave her one of the cartons and stated this has a good date.