Pie for:breakfast.feeling peckish.
lunch.
mid-afternoon pick-me-up.
dinner.
before bed.
midnight nibble.
(I think you get the picture..)
This is the first post featuring a fellow 'baker in crime'. So without further adieu, my sister Mary.
Food has always been a 'big deal' in my family. The few times a year we are able to be together, is time shared around some sort of meal and lively conversation.
Mary lives in what I like to lovingly refer to as 'The Boonies of the Great White North'. It was my first time to visit, and we spent some time cooking and baking up tasty treats. One fine afternoon we made homemade:
chocolate pie, lemon meringue pie, and peanut butter chocolate chip cookie pie.
And then preceded to eat it all.
Ah, there is a lesson I can take away from this pie eating extravaganza. Despite how beautiful the picture of eating pie till the cows-come-home can be, your body will curse you till the cows-come-home if you don't feed it some proper food every once in a while. You have to listen to your body, baby!
After breakfast one morning once the last of the lemon meringue was finished off, I felt my body screaming for spinach.
And let me tell you, it was truly love at first forkful.