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my brain is a bit garbled this morning, so i'm not sure anything here today will be poetic or lovely. just me. us.
banana cream pie. and cake. with coffee frosting.
i love treats.
while making the crust for the pie, i was thinking of my beautiful grandmother. the heritage she has passed on. how many times she has tried to teach me to make pie crust. her hands rhythmically rolling dough, sprinkling flour. i still can't get it to come out the same. i'll have to ask for another lesson next time i see her. but she lives so far. i miss her gentle company. the smell of her pie-crust cookies crisping in the oven.
hope to be back here soon with other thoughts. looking forward to a morning with a friend and an evening of sewing.