Berries, sugar, cornstarch, a squeeze of lime. And a (lopsided) crust.
Butter. Mmm.
Plenty of cinnamon sugar sprinkled on top.
Nice and golden.
Why is it that we ever eat anything other than pie?
Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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amen to that question. But my follow up question is why aren't I eating YOUR pie RIGHT NOW?
ReplyDeleteAMEN sister!
ReplyDelete'Cause some of us don't know how to make it. SHARE!?
ReplyDeleteI honestly have no idea why I would eat anything else.
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