This week I resumed some much needed baking.
Baking is like therapy to me.
Not to get all Julie and Julia here, but I love knowing that If I grab the right spatula its going to do exactly the thing that I want it to.
If I add a dash of vanilla to anything, it will instantly be delicious.
I love that the sound of the Kitchen-aid gearing up sends my heart pumping.
I love creating something outside of myself and then watching other people enjoy it.
Friday I went with my dear friend Lisa to pick berries at Adam's Farm. We went for the blackberries, which I came home with. In addition to the 5 pints of blackberries I also got 6 pints of blueberries, local blueberry syrup and sweet and hot vidalia onion chow-chow! I don't even know what it is but it looked snazzy, so I grabbed a jar.
(these are some of the fresh berries I picked with my own little hands)
As I was sitting underneath one of the blueberry trees with my berry filled bucket I was dreaming of jams, pies, homemade blueberry pancakes,and the look on John's face when I presented each of these items to him.
The farm was a magical place. When the wind blew it carried sweet aromas of berries to my nose. Although I must say, it felt like I was soaking in the fresh smell through every pore on my body. It was early in the morning and the blueberry trees were still covered in their chalky white dew. It was a dear time to me and I was taught something there in the blueberry trees.
I had never seen the way that a blueberry tree was harvested before. Each tiny berry had a stem of it's own and each tiny berry had to be picked on its own. I had always wondered why the price of berries was so high. Its because each berry requires tenderness, caution, and individual care when it is plucked from the tree. If not, they can be crushed when plucked in a bunch. If not, they can fall to the ground when plucked in a bunch. There was no fast and easy way for it to be done.
It reminded me of the human soul.
We likewise, require so much personal love and attention. We are all individuals that need to feel special. We need to feel important. Our price is so high because we are worth so much. We have so much potential and promise. I am so grateful for that lesson I learned there at Adam's Farm.
So, when I got home I decided to start with the Blueberry Pie since it wouldn't be my first rodeo with that. I started making it last night around 9 o'clock and it wasn't finished til a bit after midnight.
I used this tutorial to do the lattice crust. Next time I'll cut thicker strips but I still think it turned out great!
Speaking of plump and juicy, husband has been just that lately. No, that's not a fat joke. Since I have been preggs he has been an unusually and fantastically stellar hubs. Its amazing how our love continues to grow deeper and deeper. I love marriage so much. And blueberry pie...
***I have been overwhelmed with some incredibly sincere and soul-touching messages regarding my last post. I can't tell you the good that they have all done to my heart. I am so grateful for the love and support of the blogging community as well as my personal friends and family. Please know that I will respond to each one of you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.***
