A couple of weekends ago, I decided to make a pie.
This was of course in spite of the heat. Hanging out inside with an oven baking pastry at 400 degrees for an hour while it’s 100+ outside: totally worth it when there’s fruit pie at the end.
Berry pie is not so stellar on the inflamed intestine, in case you were wondering. But I think that my weeble-wobble faux flare is finally, finally on its way out.