I’m going to bake a pie. I am sad to admit that at 28, a born and bred southern girl, have never made an apple pie from scratch. I know this is a travesty. I’ve been thinking about it for days. So I’m gonna make a pie.
I found a recipe that looks good and will sort of follow it. You may not know this about me, but I’m actually a decent cook… I just don’t follow recipes exactly. So… Lets get started.
I’m using Pink Lady apples and am adding raisins. Now for the fun part of chopping apples. Fortunately I was smart enough years ago to invest in an apple corer (that spelled right? Meh)
So, I added raisins. This smells good. Oops… May have overfilled that. Maybe it’ll cook down?
Well… Now I know what it means to “cut in” butter. Happy kitchen hint… Don’t use frozen butter.
I must say, I’m very content with my world right now. The dishes are done, the pie’s in the oven, and even though its not the cleanest it’s ever been (granted that’s still not dirty… I’m a clean freak), the house sure does smell good.
So, while its baking… There’s this show called The Walking Dead. I know you’ve heard of it. It’s about zombies. I know… Some of you may believe in zombies or at least the possibility of them. Yeah… I don’t so I have avoided this show like the plague. Well, a friend finally talked me into watching it. Guess what?
It’s actually a good show.
If I distance myself from it enough to turn off my inner snark who is screaming “zombies Stephanie? Really?” And focus on the fact that its not a show about zombies, those are nearly the catalyst for a show about humanity and the many faces that can be found. It’s good. Because you look at each of these characters and you see little pieces of yourself-yes, even the bad, selfish pieces you would rather not acknowledge.
Anyway, back to pie. It smells really good.
Yep. Made me a pie. Thank you, thank you very much.
say it with a damn smile. 