Oh god. Send prayers. No, sanity. No, liquor.

Deep breaths. It’s time to make pies. I can’t put it off any more. I’ve had my morning coffee. The girls have been fed. The kitchen is clean and the dishwasher emptied, ready for the first of many loads of dishes, I’m sure. Christmas music is playing. I’ve changed into my lucky t-shirt from home (since I don’t have my mom’s lucky apron.) All that’s left is the requisite pre-pie call to my Mom so she can bless the pies-t0-be.

I don’t know how or why it works, I just know it’s all necessary pie juju.

Deeeeeep breaths. Wish me luck!

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Tags: baking, pies, Thanksgiving

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2 Responses to “Oh god. Send prayers. No, sanity. No, liquor.”

Kim Says:
November 24, 2010 at 6:27 pm | Reply
I *did* carry the apple pie into the living room to be blessed before popping it into the oven – figured it balanced my refusal to wear The Apron.
Kathy Says:
November 27, 2010 at 4:15 pm | Reply
I am sure the pies were fine. You are a great baker. Love that you call your mom before baking. Next time you are home steal the apron.