As in pie (that was for my dear Miss K..who thinks I can't say cool, wolf or pool).
Michael and I picked blackberries and peaches today. Voodoo helped. We learned that Llewellin setters (at least ours) have no problem standing on their hind legs and carefully picking berries. Always the perfectly ripe berries.
Michael and I are standing in the brambles, swatting bugs and sweating, while Voo grabs the best ones.
Michael picking, Henry eating:
Picking peaches and blackberries resulted in pie:
note the broken crust on the top right. I snapped. I heart pie crust. Not so big on pies. I know.
I want it made clear, my pie crust was golden brown. The flash bleached my crust. Don't question me.
I would kill for some pie weights. Ya know, in case any of you are shopping for me.
Or, I could get off my butt and buy some.
I have a wish list 39 feet long at several baking sites.
For balance, I also have "new tattoo" ideas bookmarked.
I have a pic of Michael mowing down a slice, but he threatened physical harm if I posted. He's not a good sport.
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