Pizza and cherry pie, anyone?

Do you like pies?  Pi Day (pronounced like "pie") is coming up this week, so make a pie or buy a pie or somehow get yourself a pie before Friday.  I think I'd like a cherry pie (shown above) and a pizza pie, too.  Both are available at the Circle@Crown Cafe downstairs, so I don't even have to leave the warmth of the building to get them.  Of course, I'll have a book to read while eating my pies.

Mystery Midrash: An Anthology of Jewish Mystery & Detective Fiction ~ edited by Lawrence W. Raphael, preface by Joel Siefel, 1999, mystery, 300 pages

Confront murder and mayhem, from a corporate giant's kidnapping of a rabbi, to the disappearance of the clarinetist in a klezmer band, to four rabbis' use of their text interpretation skills to help a detective solve a murder that one of them has committed.  Each story presents the uncertainties that are a part of Jewish identity, inviting us all to confront our own mysteries of being.  Throughout the tangled puzzles and suspenseful adventures, the characters solve not only the whodunit-type mysteries, but also struggle to solve the mystery of their spiritual lives.

Contributors include:  Joel Siegel, Lawrence W. Raphael, Toni Brill, Howard Engel, Richard Fliegel, Michael A. Kahn, Stuart M. Kaminsky, Faye Kellerman, Ronald Levitsky, Ellen Rawlings, Shelley Singer, Bob Sloan, Janice Steinberg, James Yaffe, and Batya Swift Yasgur.

I opened the book randoming in the middle (almost literally, since this excerpt is from page 173), and what I read there made me decide to check out the book.  This is the beginning of a story called "Poison" by Ellen Rawlings:

    I got a phone call from a woman named Joanne Koppel.  She said she was Meredith Whitney's agent.  "I mean ex-agent," she said.

    I already knew about that.  "Yes?"

    "Well, she's been murdered, and I'm afraid people will believe I did it.  I thought I might hire you to clear my name."

    I knew about the murder, too.  "Did you kill her?" I asked.  "Meredith thought you might."

    I heard her draw a deep breath.  "Maybe I don't want to hire you after all."

    "I doesn't matter," I said.  "I've already been hired — by the victim before she died."

Daylight Saving Time ~ a minute after 1:59 tonight, it becomes 3:00 a.m.  This is the day we lose an hour where I live.  The rule is SPRING forward (lose an hour in the spring) and FALL back (gain an hour in the fall).

Here's what I have posted this week:

1. On Monday, I wrote about the struggles of African-Americans, HERE.
2. On Tuesday, I reflected on the subject of death, HERE.
3. I was acting rather nutty on Wednesday, HERE.
4. On Thursday, I pondered a tall tree and what it might say to me, HERE.
5. Friday's subject was a woman who refused to speak and said not a word after killing her husband, HERE.
6. Saturday was International Women's Day, which I wrote about HERE.

Sunday Salon is hosted by Deb at Readerbuzz.