Nothin' says lovin' like something from the oven (that inconveniently does NOT have a window)
I have started baking pies.
Not totally from scratch, because I'm not advanced enough to make my own crust, but if you excuse the Pillsbury frozen pie crust, I'm making them all myself.
I made my third one this morning--an apple pie requested by my niece-to-be. I probably should have asked my nephew-to-be what his favorite pie was, as well, except that a) the kid is six and doesn't have email, and b) whatever he picked, once he saw it, he'd probably declare it to be "boring".
Anyway, my first one was a peach-raspberry pie, because when The Fiancé and I took our first road trip together to the bed and breakfast over Christmas, we stopped in a diner and he had a slice of peach-raspberry pie.
Yesterday, he told me that my peach-raspberry pie was even better than the diner pie. And he raved about that diner pie for weeks.
So last night, I baked another peach-raspberry pie for him.
Happy one year anniversary to my favorite racist sexist asshole! ♥
Not totally from scratch, because I'm not advanced enough to make my own crust, but if you excuse the Pillsbury frozen pie crust, I'm making them all myself.
I made my third one this morning--an apple pie requested by my niece-to-be. I probably should have asked my nephew-to-be what his favorite pie was, as well, except that a) the kid is six and doesn't have email, and b) whatever he picked, once he saw it, he'd probably declare it to be "boring".
Anyway, my first one was a peach-raspberry pie, because when The Fiancé and I took our first road trip together to the bed and breakfast over Christmas, we stopped in a diner and he had a slice of peach-raspberry pie.
Yesterday, he told me that my peach-raspberry pie was even better than the diner pie. And he raved about that diner pie for weeks.
So last night, I baked another peach-raspberry pie for him.
Happy one year anniversary to my favorite racist sexist asshole! ♥