And as I slice into the pie, I’m reminded of my ex-boyfriend who inspired this pie.
I wish I could have made this pie for his step-mom and explained to her that social justice isn’t like a pie or cake.
I hadn’t thought much of that incident in the years that have passed.
The lost opportunity for myself to do something right.I’ve been spent a lot of time (most of my life actually) trying to figure out why people act the way they that they do.It’s easy to boil it down to fear or anger or ignorance.Drizzling the liquid in the dry ingredients and massaging it until a dough formed. Making the filling and weaving the strips of dough over the top.
And then placing it in the oven and waiting patiently as it bakes and browns and bubbles.More importantly to my inherent laziness the Red Flame grapes were seedless.