#piejunkie

Working at the La Perla in the Upper East Side, Allison was used to seeing trophy wives and mistresses perusing the racks, looking for the perfect item to keep their significant other interested   It was predictable and often times boring.

“Alli!”

Allison turned to see her best friend and coworker Rachel practically running across the store to get to her.

“What?” Allison asked.

“You have to see who just came in?” Rachel said.

Allison groaned as Rachel grabbed her arm and dragged her through the store.

“What, some celebrity housewife?”

“Better.”  They stopped behind a pillar and peeked around the corner.

Allison watched the two men who stood just inside the door.  One was dressed in a pristine navy three piece suit and the other was dressed in a grey suit, tie hanging a bit loose around his neck.

“What do you think?” Rachel asked.

“Navy’s helping grey pick out something for his girlfriend,” Allison said.  The man in the navy suit definitely looked like the kind of guy who bought La Perla for his girlfriends.  Grey suit seemed a bit more hesitant.

“Think they want some help?” Rachel whispered.

“Navy suit seems to know his way around,” Allison said.  Sure enough, navy suit scanned the store, cataloging everything carefully before nodding when he saw what he wanted.  Her eyes widened a bit when navy suit rested his hand on grey suit’s lower back and gently led them both through the store.

“Oh,” Rachel whispered, “that was not expected.”

The two of them tried to covertly watch the two men as they made their way through the store.  Navy suit led the way towards a back corner where they kept some of their slips and baby dolls.  The two men stopped in front of a rack and navy rack stood behind grey suit, pressing against the other man’s back.

Allison felt a bit like she was intruding on a private moment, especially when navy suit pressed a kiss to the back of grey suit’s head.

“Go help them,” Rachel hissed.

“Are you nuts?”

“See if they need a room,” Rachel said, practically pushing Allison in the direction of the two men.

Allison adjusted her blouse, smoothed her skirt, schooled her features and approached the two men.

“Can I help you two find anything?” Allison asked kindly.

“Actually, I think we’d like a private room,” the man in the navy suit said.

“Of course, Mr. …”

“Specter,” the man finished.

“Of course, Mr. Specter,” Allison said.

“Harvey,” the man in the grey suit said.

“Mike,” Harvey said.  “Unless you want to try everything on out here.”

“Nope, private room is fine,” Mike replied.

“Thought you’d see it my way,” Harvey said, turning Mike around and kissing him sweetly before turning his attention back to Allison.

“If you’ll just follow me,” Allison said, leading the to the back of the store where the private rooms were.

“I have a few things I’d like brought back,” Harvey said.

“Of course,” Allison said.  “Let me just grab a pen and paper and I’ll be right back.”  She ran to the register to get a pen and paper, gave Rachel a wink and then rushed back to the room where she’d left Mike and Harvey.

Allison knocked and cautiously opened the door, biting back a grin when Mike jumped back and tugged at his shirt a bit.  His lips were red and a bit swollen and it didn’t take a genius to know what had been going on in there.

“All right,” Harvey said, pulling Mike close and cupping the back of his head.  “We’ll try a six for everything now and size up or down as needed.  The Desert Rose in violet, the Maison in dark blue, the Opal Bloom in azure and a Garnet in black.”

“I’ll be right back with those items, Mr. Specter,” Allison said,slowly closing the door behind her.

“What I do for you, Harvey,” Mike said.

“You love it,” Harvey said.

“I love you,” Mike said.

“Love you, too.”

Allison clutched the paper and pen to her chest and sighed happily.  She gave herself a shake and rushed to get Rachel - she had gossip to spill and lingerie to grab.

Maybe Upper East Side wasn’t so boring after all.

 “I saw something about a knitting eggs universe and mobile is making it...”

I'm so jealous anon gets to read keu for the first time

good luck hahaa, lemme know if you need help! (of course, I can't guarantee any help, but I'll try!)

@piejunkie replied to your post “so i’m gonna try and learn chinese on my own this year and take a...”

With absolute confidence.

WHAT?  NO.  NO, I DON’T WANT TO DEFEAT THEM.  WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT IS THIS.  I WANT TO BE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS BATTLE. ALSO, REPLIES:

since1938 said: I’m focusing on Empire, but in the long run it’ll help me in the Galactic War so I won’t have to rely on my Jedi and Sith so much. Also I’ll work on Rebels after the R2 event though some of them are in pretty good shape.

I wish you luck!!  I’ve been trying to get a second team in shape for the GW because I almost never can finish it (a lot of that is having to be so careful with each and every match because I really can’t afford a single mistake and that’s really exhausting to have to keep starting over for one match) and I probably could if I got a second team in shape.  But I’m not sure which characters to focus on!  I’m trying to get Boba up to speed, but so many characters that are good (like Lando or Count Dooku or Phasma) are soooo far away.  And I have Rebels to get in shape for the Palpatine event--!

piejunkie said: Dear Moonlight, I was only stalking your blog for some quality obikin and now this game has taken over my life. I blame you (no I don’t I love this).

I’M NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT SORRY.  >:D  Uh, I mean.  I apologize for leading you into this hellgame, but I’m glad you enjoy it!  And also enjoying the Obikin I can try to shove at everyone.  WELCOME TO STAR WARS HELL--how’s the game going for you?

three-edged-sword said: I love Stormtrooper Han. He feeds you SO MUCH time on the turn meters. People attack him while he’s taunting? Whee, your people get to go again faster! He’s great. Once you finish Leia I highly recommend him. (My farming priority at the moment is to finish getting Ackbar to 5* today, then work on 7* Han –> Ackbar –> Mace. I finally unlocked Boba so eventually I’ll have to star him and IG-88 up but I just … don’t like them so they can sit on the bottom of the list.) three-edged-sword said: And re. unlocking R2, it’s okay. We’ll get him next time and 7* the little guy. I treat this game as a deliberate exercise in patience and delayed gratification and it helps a lot, haha,

The idea of opening a quaint little downtown pie shop with one’s best friend sounds like a cottage-core daydream, but for the owners of Pie Junkie, Nancy Goemans and Jo-Anne Caza, it’s their reality. Running a pie shop social-distancing style certainly hasn’t been a cake walk, but they’ve been continuing the lord’s work in offering their flaky, homey pies for take out and delivery.

Pie Junkie started five years ago and has now expanded into three branches in Calgary. They do their best to source local sustainable materials and also work with a nonprofit delivery service that supports adults with disabilities. Gluten-free pies can be ordered given 24 hour notice.

So how about the pies? They offers both sweet and savoury options, with seasonal changes. Summer saw a flurry of tart key limes, subtle florals and bright berries. With the fall season approaching, they’re easing into their autumn classics; apple, pumpkin, salted honey, and maple pecan- to name a few. The savoury pie menu stays static, but will include a few Thanksgiving/Christmas favourites. Standard pies go for $28 and mini ones for around $8. The size mini personal pies is a sufficient meal for one and a tasty snack if split between two. Though to be honest, after my first bite of the chicken pot pie, I was much less content to share.

The crusts at Pie Junkie take centre stage. They are golden and buttery and slightly moist on the insides. The crust on the mini apple pie had a braided edge and a doughy cut-out letter “A”, which evokes childhood rhymes of “patty cake”. The apple was slightly too tart and the stingy coat of caramel wasn’t doing it any favours. The salted honey mini pie was less of a gamble. It tasted like if a creme brûlée had a modest and rustic cousin. The blueberry pie was nice and predictable, though I’d argue that if you’re going to spend eight dollars on a pie, one should be up for a little more pizzazz. 

As for savoury pies, the butter chicken gets first prize. Think one’s favourite Indian takeout, replacing the garlic naan with a croissant, in the best way possible. Both the chicken pot pie and the steak mushroom pie, classics in and of themselves, had a strange crust situation. The very outer coat was jarring crunchy, to the point where one couldn’t hear their dinner guest over their own cacophonous crunches. It was not unlike a day old 7-Eleven taquito left under a heat lamp. The filling for the chicken pot pie could have done with more salt; the steak and mushroom could have done with less.

In these weird, disagreeable, socially distanced times, the atmosphere of each dining experience is perpetually different. Though the pies have the option of coming in warm, it’s advised to have a microwave on stand-by, as delivery does cool everything to flaccid room temperature. Cutlery and napkins are not included, if not asked, so do plan ahead.