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Avant-Garde Pies Week, Part 1

June 1, 2010

The Club of Weird Desserts by Mason

This week on the blog, I want to highlight Order of Odd-Fish fan art I’ve received that has to do with avant-garde pies. This first is by “Order of the Pie” founder (and eleven year-old) Mason, whose illustration of the La Société des Friandises Étranges chapter (above) was featured in April’s Odd-Fish fan art gallery show. I particularly liked Mason’s letter explaining his art, so I’m reprinting it below!

Bonus: Mason’s mother is children’s book author Deborah Diesen, whose hilarious picture book The Barefooted, Bad-Tempered Baby Brigade is a favorite bedtime read of Baby Owl’s. Check out Deborah’s blog here!

OK, take it away, Mason . . .

I am a big fan of the book The Order of Odd-Fish. I decided to create this picture because in most fan art showcases, people usually draw stuff that’s important to the story, right? Well, I have decided to do the exact opposite because of this book’s dithering and bumbling yet captivating manner.

If I were doing fan art for any other book, I would have drawn the main character, or the most important part of the plot. Instead, I have done the exact same thing a knight of The Order of Odd-Fish would have done. I have drawn some of the pies featured in The Club of Weird Desserts, and come up with some pies to put in the drawing as well. I drew this because I am the founder of the not-so-secret-anymore organization, The Order of Pie.

The pies of The Club of Weird Desserts that I have drawn are as follows, from top left to bottom right:

Molten Money: The filling is made out of pure 24 carat gold.

Total Taste Sensation: This pie is made of a substance that activates dormant taste buds on the inside of your bloodstream.

Chocolate Hell: The filling is made of chocolate heated to a temperature hotter than the surface of the sun, and sealed inside the pie so that not even one degree of heat can escape from the pie.

The Calibrated Cataclysm: Juicy quinces and persimmons soaked in liqueurs measured out in single angstrom drops, served flaming in a dish of richest creams.

The Phosphorescent Fascination: Made out of an edible plastic made out of Neptunium, a radioactive material.

The Pie of Innocence Slain: This pie has dreams curdled for filling and the young’s dreams squashed into the crust. At the center of this pie is the rarest delicacy of them all: the pure and uncorrupted human heart. (But it still tastes like peaches.)

Mr. Kennedy, I liked your book because you could not count on it for anything. Of all the books I’ve read, this one is like no other. That’s a good thing.

Sincerely,

Mason, Age 11

P.S. The Order of Pie is an organization dedicated to making pies. I am currently trying to locate a headquarters for this organization, other than my Mom’s basement.

Thanks, Mason! Count me in as one of the charter members of the Order of Pie (and I think you might meet some other potential members later this week on the blog)! Don’t worry about relocating headquarters out of your Mom’s basement just yet. Remember, Sir Oliver’s rigorous training for dithering involved sitting for twenty years in his mother’s basement doing nothing at all. If it’s good enough for Sir Oliver…