When I came home from work, my daughter was cutting up apples on the kitchen table while her cat lay beside her on a chair, gnawing a leaf of chard from the garden. How many pies have we baked and eaten together?
Really, there’s one predominant theme in our family life — I could list reading and work, hiking, friends and so on — but eating ties us together. Haphazard as our lives may seem at times, each of us doing a slew of things, when we’re together, we cook together; we eat together.
My daughter dug into the bag of cookie cutters and stamped out a heart from the scrap dough. She pressed the heart on the center of the pie and took fork tines to the pie’s edges, crimping them prettily.
other things you can do in Vermont. So goes the
rumor: like observe how the clouds thin
deceptively before blizzard, let go of yr
natural hostility & don’t accuse anyone of
running a junkyard; he’s only making
his ends meet.
— Barbara Moraff
11 thoughts on “In Praise of Pie”
The best memories are the simple times we gather around the table together. So beautifully written.
Thank you! There’s nothing like eating together 🙂
Pies are the best. Cake is nothing but “dry pie”!
I have eaten a few delicious cakes, but never one made by my hand — unfortunately 🙂
I might make a pie tonight. And maybe write. Thanks for the inspiration!
Do both. If possible, of course!
Love the poetry of Barbara Moraff!
She’s a fairly new find of mine — I love this poem!
You lead me to so many good poems. Thank you!! xo
You lead me to much beautiful artwork. Thank you!! xo
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