Sometimes the Solution is Pie

On Sunday, I made a lime curd pie for a friend. We dropped the pie off at his house and had a socially distant meet-up in his driveway. It was so nice to chat with him! I MISS hanging out with fellow humans.

I also made pecan pie for The Husband. For the past week, he's been a grading machine. Grading isn’t his favorite task, so he uses a tool called "temptation bundling" to make the process fun. The idea is that you link two tasks together; a task you should do (grading) and a task that’s enjoyable (like eating pecan pie).

We learned about temptation bundling on Freakonomics. It’s a handy strategy that we use to do our least favorite tasks! Sometimes the solution is pie.

Good Reads & Resources

Last week, I consumed a lot of awesome content. It was hard to choose my favorite recipes, podcasts, and books to share, but I did my best. Enjoy!


+ The recipes I mentioned above are from a lovely cookbook called Teeny’s Tour of Pie.


+ I'm currently reading Deep South: Four Seasons on Back Roads by Paul Theroux, and it is excellent. I'm looking forward to reading the rest of Theroux's book this weekend.

+ Into the Water by Paula Hawkins was a scary murder mystery. I couldn't stop reading the novel!


+ More or Less: Behind the Stats is an outstanding podcast. The hosts try to “make sense of the statistics which surround us.” The show has helped me understand COVID-19 statistics, studies, and more.

+ When Willpower Isn’t Enough


+ The Joy of Paul (Bear) Vasquez, the Double-Rainbow Guy

+ Why is Everyone Afraid of Boredom?


+ Tiny House Magazine

+ Flow Magazine


+ The Little Price

A Quote I’m Pondering

“ . . . Even the lowest jalopy is better than a first-class seat on a plane, because to get to that seat you are forced to submit to the indignities of official scrutiny and a body search. But no one has the right to question your slipping into a car and driving away at high speed. There is no prologue, only the bliss of sudden exit.

The dubious achievement in travel these days is enduring the persistent nuisance of a succession of airports in order to arrive at a distant place for a brief interlude of the exotic, maintaining the delusion that it is travel. This is the equivalent of being measured like a projectile and being shot out of a cannon, and that’s how most of us feel in such a state, like a human cannonball, dazed and confused, in the company of other cannonballs.

There is a better way, a truer way, the old way—the proud highway, the rolling road.”

Deep South: Four Seasons on Back Roads by Paul Theroux

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