Historically, Labor Day weekend has meant only one thing: peach pie oh my at Shake Shack. Such was again the case this past Labor Day weekend, and I did what any good man would do: I ate one.
Periodically throughout the year, Shake Shack will have a "pie oh my" special, in which they mash a seasonal pie into their deliciously creamy custard.
Peach pie is an absolutely divine pie to smash into custard, let me tell you. I savored each bite, thanking whichever god or gods happen to exist, for his/her/their/its benevolence. Indeed, I have often said the deliciousness of food is one of the best arguments for the existence of a larger force in the universe.
If I were a praying man, I would ask for just one thing: pie oh my always, not just a few times a year. Why just peach for Labor Day, pumpkin in the fall, and blueberry in early summer? Why not an apple pie? A chocolate cream pie? A rhubarb?
As I looked into the stars these are the things I wondered.
