Knitting, talking about, and taking pictures of Frost Flowers is unappealing to me. So let’s talk about pie instead. I like pie. Apple pie is my all time favorite. My mom used to know this lady that made awesome apple pie. I think her name was Sara something.
Well, it’s time I learn how to do this, right? I think everyone needs pie baking skills under their belt. You know, just in case you find yourself trapped in a room full of apples and flour. The exit’s at the other end but you can’t get there because you keep tripping all over these damn apples and plus you can’t see through all that flour dust. What do you do? Make apple pie, duuuh. Of course there’s an oven in the room. This wouldn’t be a twisted fantasy of mine if there weren’t. I can tell you’re looking at me with those judgy eyes. Let’s just agree that making apple pie is good for you….in a kind of “it’s ok if you eat the whole pie and gain 10 lbs, as long as you’re happy and living an apple pie life” good for you. Are you with me? Excellent.
I’m taking notes from Joy the Baker. I stalk her blog, because I keep thinking that one day we will be friends. It’s completely healthy. I’m not a creeper. Pinky swear.