This mountain just makes me happy to wake up in the mornings.
The art of making pies has been passed down from my mamma. We love to do it and frankly, I think we do a pretty good job of it. But my favorite part is not the actual eating it, although that's quite a pay off, it's the art of making it with people I love.
Seeing these little hands shape the edges of the pie crust,
Rolling the dough so it's not too thick and not too thin,
Blending each ingredient so the crust is just right, dry and not wet and gooey,
And giggling. Mostly, we like the laughter that fills the kitchen...and oh the smells of cinnamon!
Each and every year, we come together and bake and create together.
I wish life could be pie making day, every day. Or pie eating day....hmm maybe both days on a loop.
Either way, I had to document this special tradition that is part of who we are.
And what has created the "foodie" in me.
The light parade down main street tonight.
TV and Movies just for the holidays and Food!
Gilmore Girls
Chocolat
Julie and Julia
When Harry Met Sally (I'll have what she's having) ;)
Fried Green Tomatoes
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