Monday, July 5, 2010
I want to write out a big blog post about the amazing day that I had with my family yesterday. I want to tell you all in extreme detail, about how my daughter and I made our very first lattice topped bumbleberry pie with each other, and then about how I sheltered the babies from all of the 4 fireworks that we lit off out in the driveway. I want to gab on and on about the belly painting (you did see yesterdays post, didn't you? Its a good one), and the temporary tattoos, and the fun American flags that Charlie thought were brooms, but-
I'm sort of on bed rest. I'm very much on steroids. And my brain isn't working the way that I want it to. Earlier, I literally didn't know what numbers were.
I was hoping to sit down and edit these pictures to be the most beautiful mother/daughter pie baking pictures ever, but after a 30 minute brain stutter, without so much as one photo even being re sized, I decided that it just didn't matter, and I'd just post them the way they are (nobody cares other than me, anyways).
At first, she didn't want her picture taken. Party pooper Eleanore.
But then I came up and tickled her until she cracked.
She stood on a chair and held the wooden spoon proudly. Making pie crust isn't easy, you know?
She helped me roll out the dough. First the bottom layer, and then the lattice top.
Look! The dough actually looks the way you'd expect a pie crust dough to look like!
"Its kind of like, play dough!", Eleanore says.
"Yes, only, its... pie dough", Daddy corrects her.
And then I poured in the berries/sugar/flour, and put together a pie!
Maybe you need a close up of the lattice top...
(I can't believe it didn't fall apart)
Yeah, check that out. A gluten free, lattice topped, bumbleberry pie.
And hour and a half later, it looked something like this...
It almost doesn't look real, right?
The most beautiful pie, ever.
Christopher made the comment, while enjoying his second piece, right around midnight, that-
"I just completely forgot that I was gluten free. I felt like I was a 13 year old boy, eating a pie at my Nana's house".
And I take that to be one of the greatest compliments, ever.
Hold on, just one more close up...
I told Eleanore that come August, during the fair, if there is a pie competition, that we'll enter it.
She of course thought that I meant we were going to the fair right then and there, and thats all I heard about all night (ohmygosh, enough already child!), but- maybe when the fair rolls around we really might enter it?
Ok not likely. But, its a cute idea, right? Maybe I can come up with some kind of fake fair, with a fake blue ribbon. Anything for another excuse to steal my daughter away from everything else for a morning, just so her and I can hide away in the kitchen with the rolling pin.
This will be our new tradition.
Bumbleberry Pie on the 4th of July.