Another simple pleasure.

On Saturday, after I finished my race, Mike handed me a bottle of water. “What’d you get at the Farmer’s Market?” I asked him.

“Blueberries,” he said. “You’re making a pie this week.”

That second picture is to show you the lattice work I did there. Check me out. Also, check out the spot on the right where Mike snitched some crust. I think that means I did all right.

For a long time, I thought I didn’t really like pie, because I am not big on cooked fruit. I still wouldn’t just eat baked apples, but I am happy to discover that I do enjoy pie. I also enjoy the sense of accomplishment it gives me to make one. (Note to Mike: This does not mean I want you to go and buy more blueberries.)

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