Pie oh my!

Good morning folks,

Well I have only written two blogs so far and I have already fallen behind. I think that the weekends should be considered a free zone, as in blog if you want to, so be it.

The picture to the right is the pie I made. Not one of my prettier ones but a pie none the less. Anyone who has ever made a berry pie knows they puke. This one looks like it should be in a pie slasher movie. My husband says it is a great pie. As I said before, I do not eat mulberries so I would not know. I have him trained when it comes to critiquing my pies. You can lie about weather or not my butt looks big in a certain outfit, or if you like my hair cut or not, but do not I repeat do not lie about my pie. If it is icky I need to know. He will tell me if it needs something or has too much of something in it. This one he claims was great. Good man.

Our county fair is coming up soon. I usually enter a pie or cake. I have won blue ribbons with my pies but my cake won best in its division. It was a great cake. Chocolate Mocha Turtle Cake. This year I am going to enter a grape pie. You have to make grape pies when grapes are in season. That season is Fall. Since the fair is in July I had to figure out how the heck to do this, so I made the filling and froze it. If it does not turn out the way I want it to my poor husband will just have to eat another pie and I will enter a cake. If you have never tasted a grape pie you don't know what you are missing. If you like grape jelly, concord grape that is, you will love this pie. It is a pain to make but worth the time and effort.

Today is my crochet therapy day. I have always wanted to learn to crochet. My grandma tried her best to teach me but to no avail. I was very young and a tomboy. I wanted to be outside climbing a tree or exploring in the acre of tall horse weeds next to their property. Crochet was a girlie thing that I wanted no part of. She tried to teach me to do thread crochet. Not going to happen. I still have trouble with that, but give me yarn and I am off.

The local library offered crochet lessons in March of 2006 so I signed up. There were about five of us including the teacher. It ended up with the teacher, M, another middle aged lady, C and me.
We had so much fun just the three of us that we continued to meet at the library on Wednesday afternoons ever since.

Our meetings became more than just crochet. Each of us had heavy burdens on our hearts that needed someone to listen to. Someone that was not going to judge or condescend to or repeat outside of the four walls we crochet in. We have helped each other heal and grow and laugh. We are a good group and better human beings because of crochet. It is the kind of thing that even if you are tired or it is hot and you don't feel like going you go anyway because you know that when you get there you are going to have a good time and come home feeling better about everything.

It is now time to get ready to go to The Gathering, that is what we call our little group.
Have a good day and try and eat some good pie.