|Linda Geffert creates Moon Butter Pie, inspired by The Moon Butter Route by Max Yoho.|
What is Moon Butter Pie?
Moon Butter Pie Lives On
Blinding, jagged lightening split the tumbling muddy skies while banshees
From the murky depth of my nightmare a large woman appeared, walking
She stopped, laughed a big laugh, and said, "My, that felt good. It's been a
"Are you," I stammered, "Ruby Strang?
"'l am" she answered, "in the flesh, at least for a few minutes." More wild laughter. "And you are the pie baker."
"Well, yes, l am. But what is going on? Are you here visiting from heaven?"
With that, Ruby's laugh and voluptuous body took on vibrations that probably would have measured a seven on the Richter Scale, had we been in a reality which measured earthquakes.
"No, there's no such things as heaven—or hell, for that matter. It's just spaces where like-minded spirits hang out together. The space I'm in is filled with writers, artists, creative people and story tellers. We were just ordinary working folks who had a zest for living. You know, maybe that is heaven.
"Anyway, we were playing poker and a man named Max Yoho came into the conversation. Say, we like his style!! As the bidding started getting wild, which is rather amusing since we play with moon dust and there's an unlimited supply of the stuff, someone asked if I ever passed on my recipe for Moon Butter Pie. Well, it hit me like a ton of 'Don't Spit On The Sidewalk' bricks! I had NOT. So, we looked around for a fair to midlin' pie maker and found you. Write this down because I am here to pass on the biggest secret of my earthly life, the recipe for Moon Butter Pie."
I leaned toward her, absorbing each word. In the middle of the recipe, thunder shook the ground and lightening made our hair stand on end. "Just a minute," Ruby yelled to the sky, "we're almost finished." She chuckled, "That was probably Booger Red or my old watch crow. They are the dangdest, most impatient poker players up there, probably wanting to start a new game."
Ruby finished sharing her secret recipe. "Now use it wisely and be careful of its power. It's very potent, you know." With that she turned on her heel and started back into that wild cacophony of sound and color.
"Wait," I yelled! "What's happening? How can this be? You're not real! You
With that comment, and before she disappeared, Ruby let loose with a little
"Yes," I answered.
"And eat it?"
"Yes," I again replied.
"Isn't that a most interesting thing about reality and fiction, about writers
Yes, Ruby, it makes you wonder.
— © 2006 by Linda Geffert
Let them eat pie!
In honor of the delicious imagination of Max Yoho
by Karen Sells Brown
Whenever Linda and Janice put out their welcome mat
Now, I don’t claim to know any fancy highfalutin poet talk,
You might think we’d be considered strange and eccentric,
There we’ll be awaiting to offer you the wonderful, glorious cure
Bring along a high-toned song or a story or a poem to mystify.
And not just any common ordinary pie, mind you,
When all is said and done, and that pie has disappeared in the blink of an eye,
— © 2006 by Karen Sells Brown
The ingredients are simple,
Dolly just loves it,
I’ll mix them up thick
Then pour them out easy
Rounded and brown
It’s easy to tell when
— © 2006 by Anne McCourtie
Pie Poem, Subtitled “Choices”
by Janice Levering
Apple pie, cherry, mulberry, or peach
Blackberry, blueberry, strawberry treats,
Chocolate, banana, and coconut, too!
Fruit pies and cream pies--just naming a few.
Lemon and butterscotch, custard, French silk,
Gooseberry, rhubarb, and plain buttermilk,
Pumpkin, pecan, key lime and mincemeat --
How can I ever decide which to eat?
I’ve even heard of a vinegar pie…
And impossible pie - oh my oh my!
What about shepherds pie, pot pies, and tarts?
All yummy, delicious, dear to our hearts!
We mustn’t forget this variation
We call "quiche" in our pie celebration.
There may be a million varieties,
And each one meant to tantalize and please.
Crusts that are latticed or flat with design
Shiney, sugary, or dutch is just fine.
We like it flakey and tender and light
So that it melts in the mouth with each bite!
Just look at the edges all brown and crimped,
A sight to behold, a flavor to tempt!
Meringue that is golden with amber tears;
Whipped cream or cool whip for toppings, My Dears.
Some say of pie, "there are only two kinds."
We smile and wink, ‘cause we know this punch line.
And it’s true that pie is good hot or cold
And tastes divine to both young and the old.
So now the choice is MORE complicated,
Still, excited--oh we are elated
To introduce, our hearts all a-flutter--
This brand new pie that we call "moon butter!"
So let’s tip our hats to Wally and Max
Who brought the story (if not all the facts)
Whose inspiration by Prohibition
Was brought to life by Linda’s creation!
— © 2006 by Janice Levering
Oooo, scrumptious Moon Butter Pie
That wonderful Moon Butter Booze
— © 2006 by Evie Green
The Inaugural Tasting Party
Moon Butter Pie! What was Max thinking?
Was he remembering Moon Pies with RC
That you would drink from a green-tinted glass bottle
Back in the day?
No, that couldn't be it, because Moon Butter Pie
Is sooo much better than that.
Besides, Moon Pies don't have any whiskey
In them, as far as I know.
And it wouldn't be against the law to transport Moon Pies
In the panel van around
But Moon Butter Pie, now, that's a different story.
Moon Butter Pie must have some Moon Butter rot gut
With a drop of Blind Sorrow. Yes, that's
Got to be it!
Trudy tasted the Moon Butter Pie and exclaimed
"Cheesecake with rum! That's what it is!"
But Linda wasn't talking because
Moon Butter Pie is a secret recipe
That she bakes on special days
At the Electric Cat Café.
— © 2006 by Barbara Lerma