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Pie ≠ Cash!

Pie ≠ Cash!

Some years ago I told the story on this blog about the time I wrote a series of columns for the New York Times, and received as payment not money but—wait for it—pie.

No, I’m not kidding.

I’m not talking about pie in some metaphorical sense, if that were even possible. Nor am I referring to the mathematical pi.

I’m talking baked goods. A delicious pastry crust packed with fruit or savory gourds, or what-have-you.

A literal fucking pie…