Pie-eyed
Yeah, I know I owe this blog a post about the rest of the Ashland trip, and I’ve been ruminating on it in the spare moments I’ve had this week as I try to transition from vacation to servicing clients in Seattle to trekking to Milwaukee (which I’m doing today). I promise I’ll have something to say for the archives - I’ve brought my Bloom along to Milwaukee - but I want to continue the conversation parallel to Ashland, just to get something posted.
Traveling is interesting today. I’ve made a little game of counting how many folks I’ve seen on the concourses and in the Northwest Worldclubs reading the just-released Harry Potter book. So far, it’s 13, and I haven’t been really invasive about my investigations. Most of the airport bookstores seem to have ample supplies of the book to sell. I wonder how much extra fuel is being expended by our already-financially-strapped airlines in transporting this weighty tome around the country today.
Last week was a dramatic turnaround from the unseasonable heat of the week before. I’d gotten to the point where I didn’t think I’d ever hear water pouring through the downspouts again. And then, there we were experiencing May weather in July.
The alternating moisture and heat are great for our garden (I know I’ve been pretty silent about it). I think we may actually get corn, if we get some August heat.
Meanwhile, berries of various species have been appearing on bushes and in the local farmer’s markets, and our resident (and only) son baked a delicious raspberry/blueberry pie last week.
He reduced the recommended amount of sugar, and the result was the almost-unalloyed taste of the berries. Plus the vanilla ice cream that we glopped onto it just because we could.
I was just telling my wife today that we should open a pie shop and call it Prince of Pies. We’ll create one called Seattle Epiphany, a raspberry/ blueberry delight, and give your son a royalty on every one sold! But first, we need the recipe.
What must it have been like, penning that last HP tale? A woman with a longer memory of relative destitution & struggle than of absolute fame, conscious that every line, every word will be read & judged by millions across the known world! Weird…
That is a very pretty pie. Lattice top and everything!
A son with skills as a pie man should never want for employment - that looks simply scrumptious!
And Phil — you don’t “owe” this blog (at least not the readers anyway) nothin’. Write what you want, when you want, for whatever reason floats your boat. We’ll await with patience, check back with loyalty, and read with enthusiasm.
Safe travels, Mister!
John - I presume you’d then be in the time-honored business of selling indulgences.
Dick - Who let her into our club?
Kathy - yes, I believe he took some joy in the effort.
Carroll - thanks, but there’s a time to apply the whip.
This is without question the best part of the country for berry pies. And yes, we always reduce the sugar amount, too. Yum Yum Yum! I wish my son would try to cook more but I guess my daughter makes up for it.
pretty pie. I’ve been eating too much pie. I cut the sugar down too, it makes it lovely.
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