Yesterday, 3/14, was Pi, 3.14, day. Most years I remember too late that it WAS Pie/Pi day.
Not this year.
A wonderful friend put together a Pi day curriculum for me. We practiced finding the circumference of circles using pieces of yarn and Pi. We watched a couple YouTube videos, made Pi cootie catchers, and a paper chain showing how there is not a number pattern in Pi.
To round out the day, the girls made an apple pie from scratch.
I did not have any of the finished product as it was full of gluten and apples, both a no-no when it comes to eating low FODMAP. So, I didn’t have any of the finished product. Problem is, I had little nibbles of crust and apples as I helped the girls make the pie. It’s not because I don’t know gluten and apples are a no-no according to low FODMAP eating. I know they are, but sometimes, okay, often, I think, “all of this special eating is silly. I don’t have food allergies so I am probably making a big deal out of nothing.” I begin to feel ridiculous for the demands I make when it comes to food. I tell myself I am just doing it to be a pain in the butt or feel “special,” so I stop. I eat pie crust. I eat sliced apples.
And then, within an hour or so, I find out eating low FODMAP is important, it does improve my life, it is worth the extra effort. I was so sick last night I could hardly sit up during dinner. My stomach hurt, my body was overcome with weakness. I even had hubby take Sue to her play practice and I sat down on the couch and watched an entire movie…I have no idea when the last time was I watched a whole tv program at home, let alone a movie. I just don’t sit that long.
Ignoring the rules of eating low FODMAP literally knocked me on my butt. Lesson learned, for a while…
That was our day. The Pie and the Pi of it.