Eleven days ago, on April 7, I delivered my last pie for the year. For those of you who have been following along, you know that that pie went to my neighbors, Armo and Deb – for their support and encouragement in this pie-making year.
The very next day I prepared five quiches and an assortment of sweet breads for an Easter Brunch for a local church. Sunday morning I delivered the brunch items and then attended the Easter service at First Presbyterian with Vibeke, my daughter’s host mother from Denmark.
After a quick lunch, we took off to the coast for a few days. The weather was tolerable, but the beach was magnificent as always. We walked and picked up pretty stones and then retired to the house that we’d rented. And after a lovely dinner, I went to bed. And slept for 12 hours! And I did that again the second night that we were there!
One could surmise that this year of pie baking took a little bit of a toll. That was clear when we returned home and after dinner I sat down with my husband and my daughter and watched “The Colbert Report.” My husband turned to me and said, “It’s nice to have you back.” What he meant was that for the last year after dinner what I did was sit down at the computer and write a post. And sometimes it took a lot longer than I thought… Translated: I was not “here”at home at night for the last year… because I was writing.
So tonight I want to thank my husband and my son and my daughter for their patience with me. I spent a year of my life giving pies (and my time) to other people and they took it all in stride. And for that I am so very grateful.
My year of pies is finished… but I cannot stop myself from wanting to continue along with this project… with modifications. So while I cannot continue to give away a pie a day, I feel perfectly capable of giving away a pie a week, if only because it seems there is always a need to show love and gratitude.
Last Saturday I brought a Dutch Apple Pie to a friend who had just lost her mother. A simple gift at a difficult time. It won’t fix anything at all, but it will make a difference. And that is the best we can hope for.