I’m late making this pie. I know. But I’m hoping it will still bring comfort to Jennie, who lost her husband Mikey to a sudden, massive heart attack nearly two weeks ago. I remember seeing her tweet “He’s gone….” and wondering who she meant, hoping it wasn’t Mikey. Sadly, it was. Just like that. No warning. Leaving Jennie and her two daughters with no time for goodbyes.
I have not met Jennie in person – she’s a “Twitter friend” – but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel I know her. She’s feisty and plucky and strong. Anyone who can write an inspirational post about the importance of the family dinner so soon after losing a loved one is truly special. She makes amazing food for her family. She is a force to be reckoned with. I was supposed to meet her in New York this past spring but I had to cancel my trip, so she remains someone I hope to meet in real life sooner rather than later. I am glad that friends were able to go to be with her last week, even if so many of us could not.
What has been extraordinary about this sad, sad event is how the food blogging community from around the world has truly gathered to support Jennie and her girls. All the way away in Burgundy, I read tweets and posts to Jennie, feeling guilty that I was on vacation whilst someone was going through such sadness. A few days after he died, Jennie wrote the poignant “For Mikey” in which she asked people to make his favourite pie and share it with loved ones. What has happened since then has been incredible. At last count, over 1000 people made pies and posted about them. A true outpouring of support and love for Jennie and her girls that I know she has appreciated. I was not in a position to make a pie last week but finally I am home, somewhat unpacked and sort of over my jetlag and took the time yesterday to make tiny peanut butter pies for dessert for Neil and a friend. Because Jennie asked us to. For Mikey, for her and for the girls. With love.