My momma makes a nearly unbeatable classic cherry pie, delicately scented with almond extract and hugged by a pretty, pastry-crimped lattice top. Divine with a scoop of Bluebell vanilla ice cream, slices are best served sitting on the couch or porch reconnecting with family.
She says it’s a lot of trouble to make a pie, but I don’t know if I believe her. She always says it with a smile and quick-working hands that suggest it may not actually trouble her all that much (or maybe the reward just far outweighs the effort…).
It doesn’t matter whether you fill the crust with fresh-picked fruit from an orchard or canned summer fruit off the grocery shelf, cherry pie always tastes like love and laughs and joy. I think it’s because no matter what ingredients you use, pies are a bit of effort. Not too much, mind you – just enough. Like breaking a sweat hiking to reach a stunning mountain view, or digging in the garden under the summer sun to plant new flowers.
A little effort makes the reward sweeter.
Thanksgiving leftover brunch. Because stuffing your face with turkey and fixin’s every night at dinner for a week just isn’t enough.
No, let’s keep this party going DAY. AND. NIGHT.
Making a big, luxurious sleep-in and eat-late brunch is one of my most favorite things to do, and what better way to wrap up the holiday weekend than a poorly-veiled attempt to eat pie for breakfast? This years Thanksgiving was just me, Jason and Gizmo, so we had tons of leftover everything to reinvent all week long.