PIES ARE PRETTY

 This is a mincemeat pie.  This pie was made for Scott by my mother.  She left it in the oven a little too long, hence the 'toasted' edges.  But Scott won't mind.  Mom is the only person willing to create Scott's favorite pie and he always tries to return the favor - kindling wood, salt for the driveway, a surprise visit, etc.  They've got a good thing going.  And I'm off the hook since I've never been able to perfect the art of flaky pie crust.

This is a disguise so that Harley, with his sensationally great sense of smell, won't detect that it is in the house.  Really?  I've got to keep an eye on him -he could polish this off in nano-seconds!


I've been thinking a lot about mothers lately - mine, myself, the potential of my daughter becoming one.  I've been reading, because that is what I do.  

   
More on this another post!