Apple Pie

This morning I woke up talking about food.  Mostly, I told Kyle about holiday foods – the dishes we’ll probably have at our Thanksgiving dinner in MI with my family and the goodies I’m planning on making while I’m off for Christmas Break.  It must be a combination of thinking about holiday treats, the dismal/gray/wet/rainy weather we’re having outside, and the fact that I went to hear Alton Brown speak last night that I’ve been in the kitchen all morning.

First we had scones for breakfast.  Then, I baked an apple pie.  I’ve never made an apple pie by myself before.  I hope it ends up tasting good.  I guess even if it doesn’t taste like my mom’s, it still looks pretty.  (I’m still working on taking artsy photos and couldn’t decide which one was best, so I’m showing you all three shots.)

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Can you tell it's rainy and gray outside?

Can you tell it's rainy and gray outside?

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Tonight we’re having Fish Tacos with Lime-Cilantro Crema and a homemade Mango Salsa.  Maybe you’ll see another post soon with photos of our meal.  (And us enjoying the pie.)


I think most of you know that I, Amy, pride myself on being an organized person. I have a rhyme and reason for where things go in the fridge, how the dish towels should fit in their drawer, and how the CD’s are arranged on the shelf.  I love thinking about where things go and why certain things should go together.

So, you can only imagine how much I hate losing things.  In fact, I can only think of two items (which were lost at the same time) that I have never found and it irks me to this day whenever I wonder about where they have possibly gone.

In the past 4 days, I have lost 2 earrings…earrings that I wear regularly.  And that is devastating to me.  They have been lost in situations that have been impossible to retrace my steps because I didn’t know exactly when I lost them and had covered too much area to even begin to know where to look.

So, even though wearing earrings has nothing to do with being organized, the feeling of loss is still the same.  It sucks to lose things.  I was really disappointed when I lost my earrings.  I still feel sick when I think about my 2 lost items that I never recovered.  And just recently, Kyle and I learned of the loss of life of one of Kyle’s dear friends….

There are not words to describe the grief that all of those who knew and loved Kyle’s friend have been going through.  On Saturday night, we were able to participate in a gathering to remember Matt.  It was a helpful coming together of friends and family and gave us a chance to be with like-minded people.

Losing things is no fun.  But, when you can go through a time of loss with someone else who understands that feeling, it becomes all the more bearable.

I hope if you have lost something lately, you have someone close by who can help you bear it.