amongst several other things my mom does practically perfectly, she is an excellent pie maker. And when I say excellent, I mean her pies could beat up your pies, like her pies eat your pies for dinner. ya, scary i know. That's how good they are. She says when she grows up she wants to open a pie shop. I love how she hasn't grown up yet, it makes me feel good about the little progress I've made with adulthood. Funny how we grow up but don't really. I still feel like the little girl sitting at the counter watching my mom pinch the crust together that bears the same wheat symbol her mom did and her mom's mom. I'm still that little girl when I'm home. I'm learning and watching and wondering how I'll ever make it on my own. Maybe growing up is realizing you never do.
*this particular pie was in celebration for my brother's birthday in January! I'd forgotten about this roll of film and only found it a few days ago. How fun it was to see little snippets of my life I thought worthy enough to snap in film 4 and 6 months ago.