Tiny snowflakes swirl around in the wind outside the window
as the instrumental music of a movie soundtrack plays in the background. The warmth of the house surrounds the
inhabitants as they go about their day, lounging during their time off from
school. The smell of freshly baked
cheesecake for tomorrow’s Thanksgiving feast wafts through the rooms. Cold air breezes in as the door opens for the
little beagle that barks at the door to be let inside the home. The mood in the house tips from contented mom
to discontented teenage daughter. Many
people who claim to be older and wiser spew advice to enjoy the young while they
live at home. Memories forget the
negative, so wisdom is jaded. Still, the
attitude will pass on to the daughter someday when she is the mother of a
teenage daughter. And the snow will
continue to fall.
My artist date for the week was to do some baking for the
feast. I am amazed that it has been over
a year since I last baked a pie. This
last year has been crazy. I didn't bake
a pie for Thanksgiving because we went to a friend's for dinner. At Christmas, I made sticky toffee
pudding. Poor Jerry didn't get a pie for
his birthday because he was in Miles City and I was in Hawaii. I could have made it before or after, but we
were so busy doing barbecue and book selling.
Yep, that is how crazy our year has been. No pie.
As I worked on the crust, I realized how rusty I am. Sure, I have been rolling out biscuits weekly
for breakfast, but that is a nice fluffy dough.
I am going to have to make more little pies I guess so I can get my
skill back. Jerry will be happy about
that idea.
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