Baking A Pie To Cry In

Summertime is almost over.  Thank goodness, I say.  If there is one thing you will constantly hear me complaining about, it will be summertime.  I cannot wait to make my Cauliflower Chili Verde Posole at the first hint of fall.  I have been back home in Texas for several weeks getting home projects under way and preparing the kiddos for school.  This heat though….it’s like being thrown directly onto a heated grill.  Hahaha, I’ve been low-key crying about it for weeks. But, back in Georgia, the heat is very different; like walking into a sauna.  Which of the two evils do I prefer?  Hands down…Georgia.  However, THIS summer has been so brutal, it has got me baking a pie to cry in…

Baking a pie…

In anticipation for autumn to appear, I felt like baking a pie with the abundance of blueberries that were hiding in the back of my refrigerator.  When food is out of sight, it is absolutely out of mind.  I had to save those babies from wrinkling.  Well, my pie turned out to be more like a deep dish galette but, it was still really choice.  The scent of a baked blueberry pie is the best thing ever.  You know what food porn is?  It’s deep blue berries, baked to a bubbly aubergine shade, and tucked inside of a flaky crust.

…to cry in

For the past several weeks, I have stayed indoors sprucing up my home and cleaning out the fridge.  I have also been getting Bennie packed for college and Max and Bella prepared for school.  It has been a rather emotional task (hence the blueberry pie to cry in) preparing to send one of my little chickens out into the world.  It is one of the hardest changes I have had to face.  I guess you could say, I have been nesting.  I thought that shit only happened before giving birth.  Uhhhm no, it happens any time a major change occurs.  And, change is something most of us tend to fight.  So much so, that it haunts us in our sleep.

Creepy Dreams

I cannot tell you how many times I have had dreams about my teeth falling out of my mouth.  The last one was rather interesting.  In my dream, I was kneeling on the ground, holding my teeth in with one hand and picking up old religious bracelet charms people had lost from off the ground.  A nun walked by, kicked me over with her Birkenstock and whispered, “No one cares…”  Like, what in the HELL!?!?!?!  That was straight up change, creeping up from behind me and making me fearful of growth.  I’m here to tell ya, no matter what change is thrown our way, it will all be alright.  And, a nice warm pie to cry in sure can help!  By the way, baking a pie to cry in WOULD be easier to eat without teeth. Just sayin’…