An Affinity for Pie

When I was a kid, my mom made the best pie. She still does.

She was sort of a plain cook (didn’t care for a lot of seasoning) but she could bake bread and she made the best pie EVER.

My mom’s pie recipe came from her mother who was born in Scotland and brought her pie making skills with her to Canada. Although my mom liked to modify recipes to suit her style, she never tampered with grandma’s pie crust recipe. It was the flakiest crust ever. To this day, I have not tasted a rival. And I have tested a lot of them. I guess I am sort of a self appointed pie connoisseur.

For one of my milestone birthdays, my husband began to quiz me on my food preferences so he could come up with a menu for the party.
“What kind of cake do you want for your birthday?”
“I don’t like cake so I don’t really want one.”
“Well, you have to have cake. What is a birthday without cake? You like chocolate. Do you want chocolate cake?”
“I don’t like cake.”
“How will we be able to sing happy birthday if we don’t have any cake?”
“I like dessert, just not cake. I like pastries. Anything with a flakey, buttery pastry.

Like pie. I like pie.”

 

“You can’t have pie for your birthday.”

He walked away.

Three days later, he asked me, “Did you decide what kind of cake you want for your birthday?”

It was my turn to walk away.

Last year for my birthday, my elderly friend decided to have a few ladies over for morning coffee. There were sandwiches, savouries and of course, cake. They sang; I ate; and my blood sugar levels increased. In the evening, I joined my church group for a potluck meal and because it was my birthday, there was cake. And lots of it. I ate; they sang; and my blood sugar elevated. As I returned home, my cousin and her daughter decided to arrive and surprise me with – you guessed it – cake. They sang; we all ate; and I said nothing other than thank you. By then I was buzzed on sugar and too many cups of coffee I used to wash down the cake.

For this year’s birthday, my best friend took me for pie.

We went to a restaurant that specializes in pies. The glass showcase held so many choices, it was hard to decide. In the end, I settled on an apple pie that was almost as good as my mom’s. It was a glorious day.

As for my next birthday, well, it is too early to start planning yet.

In the meantime…

… I’ll have my pie now.

Why I don’t want to live in the city.

There are several reasons. Noise. Traffic. Sirens. Restrictions. Fluoride in the water. Pollution in the air. Did I mention traffic? Control. Cities are all about control. You can’t do this and you can’t do that. I currently live in a townhouse complex where the rules are extreme. But I bite my lip when I read the notices that come to my door disguised as ‘friendly reminders’. This is when I strengthen my resolve to get out as quickly as possible.

Right now, I have made the choice to remain living in the city because this is where my sons want to be. They want to finish their education in the school of their choice and I respect that. For this reason, I have put my life on hold until they are done. But the 145 acres of land I have on the prairie looks more promising every day.

I will escape one day. Watching something like this video gives me hope: 90 year old cyclist isn’t willing to slow down anytime soon (It is only 47 seconds long)

I also like what Joel Salatin has to say in this video …

And when I do finally leave here, I know I will never come back.