Pie has been happening these days. I guess I'm in a pie phase. So far there have been two:
#1: The Half-Marathon Brownie Pie - gooey brownie-coconut substance on the bottom, custard on top with toasted coconut. Not too bad for a fruitless pie.
#2: Grandma Wilson's Strawberry Pie - not my own creation, but handed down several generations from my dad's grandmother. She and her husband had a farm in Washington C.H. where my dad spent every summer working. He has great stories of meals there and the amazing food she would make. This pie is my dad's favorite, and I like it just because I know it symbolizes happy memories for my dad and is something tangible that helps me connect with my relatives and heritage.
I haven't really cooked much else recently, although I have plans for pizza. Oh I need pizza. I did have meat log in barbeque-ish sauce with my friends last night, and popcorn. Then we went to an art show opening that I didn't really understand, but there was a suspended tent with a moss carpet beneath. I felt confused, but I liked the moss. Then the bowl of popcorn ended up on Jenny's head (also art) and I drove away to check my seedlings. It was dark by then... so there was no checking. I just hope the tomatoes germinate soon...
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