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.
It’s a hard-knock life for pugs.
Just ask our smoosh-faced, too-clever-by-half dog, Gizmo. He leads a harsh and loveless existence under our roof, or so he would lead you to believe with sorrowful, begging moon-eyes. Poor, beleaguered thing has to wait until 3 pm every day for second meal. 3 p.m.!!! Even as the humans gorge themselves thrice daily, Gizmo must endure, starving. He’s not allowed to bark incessantly at the tweeting birds all day for our own protection! and he even has to walk HIMSELF to bed at night *some nights* rather than being carried by human chauffeur as he prefers.
There are times when these cruelties weigh heavy on my soul.