Last night I was feeling something special. I had the evening off, and so did Jay. I made us a special dinner: Pork loin roasted with rhubarb sauce, mashed potatoes, and steamed okra. It was lovely.
For dessert, I made a honey-nut pie, inspired by the pies made at Winter Witchcamp this year. I used local honey, which had been charged with the magic of Freya, Brigit and the Bees. I used eggs fresh from the chickens in the yard. The recipe is simple: Honey, nuts (I used a mix of walnuts and pecans), vanilla, eggs. As I stirred the whole thing together I sang, "Let the beauty we love be what we do."
I cut runes in the crust, which I learned from my friend Donald. Fehu for abundance, Gebo for blessings, and Berkano, for beauty.
The pie was lovely. I served it with home-made whipped cream. (If you don't make your own whipped cream, you might want to start. It's really easy, and so worth it.) Honey-nut pie is a little like a cross between baklava and pecan pie. And, it's unsubstantiated personal gnosis, but I believe that pie is the most sacred of all foods.
The pie, cooling on the counter.
The chickens have been busy this month, I tell you.