Tonight I made strawberry rhubarb pie. The crust was a mess-- it fell totally to pieces when I tried to work with it-- but it was perfectly flaky and blissfully delicious. This pie wouldn't have won any beauty contests, but flavor-wise it was down-home goodness at its best (Thank you, Betty Crocker!)
Here are Fish and Bean lining up for more. Of course I gave them seconds-- you've got to eat a pie like this warm. I loved listening to Bean's exclamations of rapture as he ate it because I can imagine him down the road, grown up and on his own, reminiscing about Mom's cooking and how much he misses it. This makes me laugh because I'm not even 30 years old yet and I sometimes still don't even feel old enough to be a mom, especially not that kind of mom whose kids will be all nostalgic about her cooking. But I suppose I should be grateful that they actually eat what I make!