I take pride in being a pretty decent housewife. But there is one area where I have always been a complete failure: I cannot, and do not make pies.
I have horrid memories of trying to make an apple pie for my husband's birthday two years ago, throwing away two batches of less-than-perfect pie crust before finally succeeding in producing something that, if it didn't look like one, at least tasted like an apple pie.
But today, I have overcome my failure.
I made a pie.
Not just any ol' regular pie either, but a real pumpkin pie, made from Chloe's prized first pumpkin. ("Oh dear God, please don't let me screw this up! Not her pumpkin!"... but I had a can of pumpkin pie filling in the cupboard just in case.)
But I didn't need it! It turned out beautifully. So beautifully, in fact, that I felt the need to photograph it.
Overcoming a personal shortcoming is a pretty good reason to celebrate, don'tcha think?
It's just a darn shame I don't like pumpkin pie. And after seeing firsthand the ingredients that go into it, there's no chance in heck I'm ever gonna taste it!
BTW: the crust is made with whole wheat flour - it's not burnt!
There's one other cause for celebration today... my hubby and I have been married for two years now. But that's not nearly as cool as the pie. ;o)
I'm kidding. Of course my anniversary is exciting. Happy Anniversary, honey. Love you!