And it just kills my mother, who loves the 'recipe',
that her child might regard it simply as a rough 'guideline'.
So it happened when I started my birthday cake this year-
that turned into a pie, of no-consequence.
hunting through cupboards and fridge with my nose for all that gives great, unique delight
lemons and blueberries and chocolate;
et, ma piece - nuts. Candied nuts.
and I served this, to other people... who humbly received the offering of, "what did you say that was again?"
finishing with a, "that was an experience".
To the God who, creates, giver of time to think, and roll and bake;
maker of willy-nillies in the kitchen,
and friends who will submit themselves to trying a piece of you-pie ;)