To Bake a Dingleberry Pie
Years ago, on an October night
We took an almost unbelievable hike
From the trailhead at Lake Sabrina
Fueled by a steak dinner.
We started at 9,000 feet and
Taking the South Fork branch
Hiked up into the sky
In shirt sleeves by the light
Of a gigantic harvest moon
On up into a cloudless night
Oh, the moon was so bright
We stopped at Midnight at Blue Lake
And Murray’s 39TH birthday libations proceeded to partake
Up at dawn and hiking fast
And in a shake Dingleberry Lake we passed
A charming little lake that lay nearby
At which point I decided I’d someday try
To bake a Dingleberry pie.
But years went by and I finally found
A recipe in a gourmet cookbook bound
And this is what it said to do:
Deftly pick the berries-do not crush
Combine with sugar and oil-do not rush
Place in a piecrust made with flour, sugar, and lard
And bake at 375F until the crust is hard
Then carefully remove from the oven and cool
Then evenly slice with a pie-cutting tool
And finally, it’s time for a taste of it—
But oh no—there was something wrong—
For if the truth be known-it tasted like shit.
Howard P. Charman, MD 2012
Note: High Sierra hike celebrating Murray’s 39th birthday (October 5th, 1968) and his 92nd birthday October 5, 2021