|Meg and Me, From pleated plaid skirts to pie T-shirts|
This is how I came to give a pie lesson to 10 women, all mothers of students attending the Sacred Heart School.
I don't know which of the women actually gave the winning bid on the pie class, all I know is that Meg and I honed in on a date, Meg secured use of the school's commercial kitchen (OMG, now I REALLY want a commercial kitchen for the Pitchfork Pie Stand!!!), Meg got 50 pounds of apples donated by fellow school parent Larry Lofreddo, I drove up from Eldon, and the rest, as they say, is history.
é, above, was all smiles after learning that she really could master making pie dough when she rolled out a perfect-looking crust. But don't think I didn't remind them (repeatedly): Pie is not about perfection!
This is Jill with her pie ready for the oven. It's the boost in baking confidence and the excitement over their gorgeous creations, visible here in Jill's big smile, that make me enjoy teaching pie baking so much. It's that "pie it forward" thing again.
|A little brown, but still beautiful.|