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?