Remember Twin Peaks? Remember how the surreal murder mystery was populated with surreal characters: the woman who lugged a log, the dwarf dressed in red, the special agent who tape recorded every move and bite? Me neither. All that drifts back from Thursday nights in the ‘90s is the show’s eerie theme music and its obsession with cherry pie.
Now Twin Peaks is back. To pre-game, I baked pie. Not sour cherry, summer’s rare, tart prize. But sweet cherry – abundant, meaty, blood-red. Served, as agent Cooper would have it, with coffee “black as midnight on a moonless night.”
My friend Neil dropped by to down a wedge and, flaunting surreal recall, dug up 30 episodes of plot. We’re ready for a second helping – of the dreamlike series and seriously dreamy pie.