When the mood strikes it's best to get out of the way and let 'er rip!
The baking mood, that is.
Some crisp apples made their way into my kitchen just begging to be pied. Obligingly, I consented.
And made two pies.
This one I took to Joe. He smiled.
The other apple pie is long gone, devoured, er, I mean humbly savored, in two sittings by the four of us.
That was on Saturday in between morning Mexican Hot Cocoa at Allann Bros. Coffee with my daughters, finding a good sale at Down to Earth, making another batch of vichyssoise, and watching the Ducks get slaughtered in football.
I found myself smiling all through the day, giggling at the rain sizzling on the roof, peeking out at black-clouded skies, clearly sensing inward warmth radiating out toward family and community, relieved that a two-week source of stress was over and with a happy ending. I stopped in my spirit and thanked God for the moments, for it was one of those really special, feel-good sort of days.
Sunday? Well, since you asked, the mood lingered and produced these little gems.