The gist of things here in my hometown, set within the arcs of things in the wider world, all from my uniquely biased point of view. Feel free to extend the horizons with your comments.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
. . . I don't know how that young thing does it in a cat's wink, but as for my cherry pie, I'd say (if I may say so myself): it's worth the wait.
No, I don't mean the three hours it took me to make it, once I got my mind made up to do it.
I mean the three decades that I've been old enough to bake a pie, and haven't done it.
Mom, thanks for the cherries, the pastry blender, and the excellent advice. Especially the part about how I could have had it done, instead of worrying about it. (By the way, I ate the first slice, to see how it turned out, and found a pit in my very first bite. But the rest - oh, those are good cherries, Mom.)
Was it my imagination, or was there a sudden little rush on cherry pie after that first farmer bought a piece of mine?