Okay, okay, I’ll say it. No butterflies were harmed in the making of this pie. But a whole bag of cherries was slaughtered creating crime scene fingers and juicy red splash marks on the shirts of the people doing the cherry pitting (me and Andrew). The blueberries were less fussy as only a few needed their stems removed and no one is stained with blueberry juices.
The boys were home early today. And Andrew and I used the time for making pie while Isaac swung about in his door-way-suspended-hammock singing his favorite songs (all of which are somehow about the 50 states). Andrew and I talked about spelling tests and his upcoming birthday party while we pitted. I looooooove cooking with them. Especially when I have the time to take the process slowly and accept the spills and messes with the teaching and connection.
It’ll be Blueberry Cherry Pie for dessert tonight with vanilla ice cream. Yum!