Saturday I baked two cherry pies because my kitchen was an immaculate, gleaming, pristine room. It was just too clean, begging for a coating of flour over the counters and cabinets. I also baked bread.
Leftover pie has always been my favorite option for breakfast, slightly ahead of cold pizza. It’s just like a pastry? Now that it’s no longer a choice for my opening meal I guess I’ll consider a healthier option.
I wonder if I can make it to Winchell’s and back before the insurance adjuster visits this morning?
