Pie Night!

Chicken Pot Pie. Shepherd’s Pie. An underspiced but worth improving tomato-zucchini pie. Followed by Peach Pie Pops (they look like lollipops, but they are tiny, personal pies on sticks!), Lemon Meringue Pie, Peach Pie, a triple layer lemon/peach-pear/cream pie, and a Butterscotch Pie. Oh, and ice cream. No, I didn’t make all of that. Just four of them. Which was two more than I originally planned. Because sometimes Pie Happens. I’d post pictures, but we’ve eaten it already. Yes, we had help. And yes, there are leftovers. But they aren’t so pretty any more. Thanks to all the Pie Night …

We received some yummy homemade granola for Christmas (thanks to the Portland aunties!), and at Caitlyn’s request I rounded up the ingredients to reproduce it on our own. I scooped and Caitlyn poured and stirred. I think she had a good time helping, although she didn’t sound so enthusiastic when I asked if she’d want to do it again, something that I think has more to do with the granola-making taking the whole morning and using up her intended Lego time than with the actual granola-making itself. The report from breakfast today, though, was that she ate it enthusiastically. And …

This may be the most beautiful pie I’ve ever made: It had absolutely no structural integrity once we started cutting it, oozing peach parts and the crust sticking to the dish. But it was yummy, and really, that’s all we care about, right? Save