{"id":693,"date":"2026-03-14T15:51:38","date_gmt":"2026-03-14T15:51:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/?p=693"},"modified":"2026-03-14T16:04:48","modified_gmt":"2026-03-14T16:04:48","slug":"pi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/?p=693","title":{"rendered":"Pi"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
Pi Day 
three slash fourteen.
Three point one four five nine\u2026

Today we celebrate
the circumnavigation
of a round as compared
to its meaty middle.
(P)I.e., the area of a circle.

I lift up early memories
of protractors and graph paper.
I can feel that TI-83+ calculator
heavy in my JanSport backpack.

I can mentally conjure the
mathematical visionaries
who explored and posited.

Those ancestors who 
approximated to get
squarely to the heart
of a circular problem.

This morning in my kitchen
I show my work:
I activate the equation
for homemade McGriddles,
a sandwich known for 
its round bounty.

I shape sausage patties
whisk griddle cake batter
fry strips of streaky bacon
and convince a sous to
slice me some cheese.

I laboriously stir and stir
and stir and stir and stir
a cup of Vermont maple 
over a medium stove
until I had crafted a layer 
of crunchy maple morsels.

And perhaps I should've
read ahead in the recipe.
Because oops!
I needed greased round 
forms, which I do not have.

And so, I improvised
much like 
the early adventurers
of numbers.

After what felt like
three point one four hours,
we at last sat down
to feast on thick, fluffy 
circle-ish cakes
of brunch perfection.

I raise my McGriddle
to the founders of
arithmetic and geometry.
To delicious breakthroughs
and the quest for the
ever-more perfect answer.
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\u201cPi(e),\u201d a brief reflection on a mathematician’s magic number, and a new favorite brunch entree. Written March 14, poem 073 in a series of 365 poems written by Diana Ludwick in 2026. Photo: “Pi Day Brunch: McGriddles and Mayhem” by Diana Ludwick (c) 2026.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":699,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,2],"tags":[189,132,131,125,320,232,317,319,321,32,318,322],"class_list":["post-693","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-2026-poetry-challenge","category-poems","tag-brunch","tag-family","tag-food","tag-holiday","tag-homemade","tag-march","tag-math","tag-mcgriddle","tag-pi","tag-remembrance","tag-word-play","tag-wordplay"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/693","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=693"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/693\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":722,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/693\/revisions\/722"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/699"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=693"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=693"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=693"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}