Dear Beth M. Howard:
My hips would like a word. Since finishing your breathtakingly beautiful memoir of “love, loss, and pie,” Making Piece, I have been craving the stuff. Apple, cherry, triple-berry, I don’t care what it is, I want pie, and I want it now.
This had to have been your intention. You had to have known that someone, somewhere, would read your love letter (to both husband and pie) and get the grand idea to bake — often and much — until the fireman next door decides that he’s tired of hearing the fire alarm going off (not actually happened, yet, but as I am a disaster in the kitchen, it is only a matter of time) and the Weight Watchers leader merely shakes her head with regret.
Tonight, I’m attempting this one: http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/rachael-rays-tasty-travels/cafe-hons-mixed-berry-pie-recipe/index.html. It’s from a restaurant just down the street, so if I burn it beyond recognition (and the fireman has to yell through the walls again), I have a back up plan.
And that’s what life’s all about, right? Facing whatever ingredients life throws at you, and mixing them together the best way you know how.
Making Piece, A Memior of Love, Loss, and Pie was published in April 2012 by Harlequin.