Adventures in Pregnancy: 23 Weeks

23 WeeksIt is wonderfully strange and awesome to see a reflection of myself in a mirror, or even to look down and notice the roundness between me and my toes. The shirt I am wearing in this picture is pretty loose, thus the belly hugging, but hopefully you can still see that I’m growing someone amazing in there. And that someone is kicking, kicking, kicking! I love it. Except when he kicks straight down. That is less than fun. But definitely bearable!

I stumbled upon the answer to my age-old question about pregnancy posture this week when I realized that a pregnant woman actually has to throw her shoulders back to counterbalance the extra weight of her belly, and thus not topple over. Aha! Standing up straight is sort a different matter when you’ve got a passenger. However, I do admit that I am not standing up terribly stright in that photo. Sorry, mom!

It’s been a good week around here, and I think (though I say this in a whisper) that I might be getting a little bit less tired? Some days I can manage without a nap. But I am still really, really hungry. This weekend we went out to dinner, and I asked Eric what time I should make the reservation. “Do you want it to be first dinner or second dinner?” I asked. Hahaha! Some of you may remember that on The Office, when Pam was pregnant she shared second breakfast, first lunch, second lunch, and first dinner with Kevin in the break room. I thought that was a really caricatured (yet funny!) idea, but…it is all true! Breakfast usually lasts me until lunch (I just successfully made the switch from bagels to chia pudding–huzzah!), but there has to be a substantial snack at 3, dinner at 5, dinner at 7, and a significant snack at 9 and 11. If I don’t eat right before I go to bed, I will be awake and starving within two hours. Nonetheless, I don’t really feel like I’m eating so much more than normal in terms of actual volume, and I don’t feel any qualms about it. I only eat when I’m hungry, and there’s no mistaking hunger. Plus, I’ve learned the hard way that something like plain yogurt or cottage cheese is the right answer. No crazy sweets or fries cravings for me yet (but there’s still time for that!)

I am feeling pretty good, and am still so grateful for every moment that I am not nauseous. I still have at least three or so rough nights and a few rough mornings per week, but this is nothing compared to the first trimester. It’s amazing to feel like myself again.

I wanted to share something I’ve been thinking about. A few months ago, when I was still in the throes of sickness, for some reason U2’s song “40” came into my mind. I love U2 (Achtung Baby may never be topped), but I hadn’t listened to that song in years. I played it on my computer and remembered that it comes from Psalm 40, which is a beautiful meditation on hope and waiting and relief. It struck me then that, regardless of religious belief, pregnancy is every mother’s 40: 40 days and 40 nights of the flood, 40 days of Lent, 40 weeks of growing a new life. It was such a comfort to me at a time when I was feeling so sick, such a powerful way to find meaning in my physical condition. And even though I’m feeling so much better now, this 40 reference still means so much to me: 40 weeks of praying and hoping and waiting, 40 weeks of growing and changing, 40 weeks of anticipating what is utterly unknown but is sure to be unimaginably incredible. I am so happy this thought alighted on my shoulder.

In other news, I started reading Great with Child today, and it is fantastic. Just a beautiful and deep and earthy meditation on being pregnant and all that comes with it. I can already tell I’m going to want to read it again as soon as I am finished. I have a big stack of pregnancy and birth books waiting for me, but this going to be the one I remember.

Baby’s Quilt: Getting Started

Baby's QuiltI have been so looking forward to writing this post! A bit of backstory: since I was so sick for the first 15 weeks or so of this pregnancy, it never even crossed my mind to make anything for the baby. Which is kind of crazy. Because I love making things. And I love this baby more than anything in the world. I would say I spent several weeks getting back into the groove of non-nauseous life, and then the wheels started to turn. A quilt! I did some quilting last year and always intended to make a full-size one, but got side-tracked by my sickness. Once I felt better, I knew I could do it! (One side note: I would never have believed I could do it were it not for Elise Blaha‘s posts and tutorials. She is fearless, and such a great example of tackling a project you’ve never tried before just for the sheer fun of it!). The theme of the baby’s nursery (insofar as there is a theme) is maps. By which I mean that we are going to hang a lot of maps on the walls. I love maps, and I have a ton of them, but they seemed especially significant for the nursery. I want our child to know that he can go anywhere he wants to go, and that the world is ridiculously full of wonders, all waiting to be discovered. With this in mind, I chose blue and green for the quilt colors: land and water.

Baby's QuiltI went last week to a fabric store, only to find that it was closing: no! Their selection was limited, but I decided to grab some colors and play with them. I liked them all, but I felt they all skewed in a turquoise direction, and I needed more diversity. So I left the store empty-handed and tried another one the next day. I am really proud of myself for choosing a range of values and two solids of each color. Those of you who know my love of all things bright and fun will consider this no small achievement, I am sure! But I did break the rules a little bit. There was one extra blue fabric that I just could not part with. I loved it too much (it’s that slightly tie-dyed-looking in the middle on the bottom). And so there are six greens and seven blues. But there’s more ocean than land in the world anyway, right? That’s what I told myself. Part of the reason I have been waiting to share the fabric is that we’ve had an unusually gray and cloudy week, so there hasn’t been much good natural light. These fabrics are even more gorgeous in person, I promise!

Baby's QuiltHere they are lined up on my ironing board. These are the scrap strips leftover from cutting the triangles. I love the way they look so much that I’ve already quilted the blues and greens together–maybe when the baby is older I can use them for a pillowcase. In any case, too pretty to throw away!

Baby's QuiltI actually can’t fit them all in the frame, so here are the rest of the blues. I have never picked out this many fabrics, and I was honestly kind of intimidated by it. But I was really happy to find that my instinct kicked in. When I found something that worked well, I just felt it. And I sent a picture to Eric for a second opinion just to be sure!

Baby's QuiltI hope that I can finish the quilt before the baby comes, and so far it’s moving pretty quickly. I bought the fabric on Friday of last week and finished the cutting by Tuesday or so. I’ve laid down a plastic sheet for working out the pattern, and then it will be time to sew, sew, sew! I asked Eric to help me with it, and tonight he knelt down on the floor with me and offered his mathematical expertise and design savvy. I love that we’re doing this together. I will post another update when I’ve made some progress on the quilt top. So far we have three rows laid out, and every time I walk in the room I can’t believe how great it looks! I love these fabrics so much that I had to take a picture of the scraps before throwing them away. And that’s a good place to be with a quilt, I think.

Art Supply Organization, Version 2.0

Art Supply Organization, Version 2.0We’ve been working on turning our office into the baby’s nursery, and I knew I was going to move my art supply shelving into our bedroom. But…I needed to reorganize it first. I did this about two years ago, but…I appear to have a acquired a bunch more stuff since then! So this was last week’s labor of love. In addition to making more efficient use of my space, I wanted to make it kind of cute. I dug out these craft tags I got at the Depot and my favorite letter stamps and made labels for each little drawer. I love the way it turned out!

Art Supply Organization, Version 2.0These little guys are seriously the MVPs around here–I use them for everything. I got them at Michael’s for $1.50. $1.50! For the entire alphabet! They have a bunch of different fonts, but this is the one I keep coming back to. They also have really cute little inkpads for $1.50 too, in bright and happy colors, but I decided that black would better stand the test of time and sunlight.

Art Supply Organization, Version 2.0Working with such tiny stamps definitely takes a while, especially for the tags that had tons of words, but I loved doing it. (And thankfully, Eric never complains when I take up 70% of the dinner table with my art projects. As soon as this was finished, I started cutting fabric there with my giant mat. He is a saint, I tell you.)

Art Supply Organization, Version 2.0Now, the stamping is far from perfect, but I love it that way. That’s how you can tell a human made it.

Art Supply Organization, Version 2.0Yay! A place for everything, and everything in its place.

Art Supply Organization, Version 2.0More organizational glory. I attached the tags with 3-D foam adhesives that I use in scrapbooking, since some of the fabric drawers were very full and curved.

Art Supply Organization, Version 2.0Here’s the inside of the stamp/inkpad/glitter mist/clay box.

Art Supply Organization, Version 2.0Up top are some craft books, paintbrushes, watercolor trays, tiny canvases I’m going to paint for the nursery, and my scrapbook albums (that crazy fat one is for Project Life, and the white things are the foam adhesives for making the pages lay flat. When I’m done I’ll craft a new flexible spine to cover the binding). On the left you can see the edge of my wire cloth earring organizer. Now, what’s missing? My yarn! It lives in baskets in the living room. And my scrapbooking stuff has its own little set of drawers. And there is also more fabric in the living room that needs to be put away in a safe place. So basically, I have more work to do! But this felt like a great step in the right direction. Knowing where everything is makes getting into a creative mindset so much easier!

Caramelized Fennel with Citrus, Chickpeas, and Couscous

Caramelized Fennel with Citrus, Chickpeas, and CouscousOddly enough, I get most of my recipe ideas from Pinterest these days. I say odd because I think Pinterest is famous for recipes like diet coke cake, but I have found the secret tunnel of deliciousness. I follow Kristin Holt, and you should too. I’ve been reading her blog for years, and her food pins are right up my alley.  I also pin a ton of stuff from Food52 and The Kitchn. And then when it’s time to go to the farmers’ market, I just pull up my pins and go from there. This gem is one of those finds. I have never actually cooked fennel before, and certainly not caramelized it. I have only sliced it, shaved it, and marinated it for salads. It is delicious that way too, but oh my heavens, this recipe is making fennel my new favorite vegetable.

Caramelized Fennel with Citrus, Chickpeas, and CouscousCaramelization softens and sweetens fennel, replacing the sharp licorice taste with an almost buttery earthiness. It smells so good. And it tastes even better.

Caramelized Fennel with Citrus, Chickpeas, and CouscousBut now I realize I have forgotten to show you the fennel I was working with: enormous! They are just huge this time of year, and we always look forward to it.

Caramelized Fennel with Citrus, Chickpeas, and CouscousThis was the scene at the market a week later: fennel towers! I bought three more.

Caramelized Fennel with Citrus, Chickpeas, and CouscousBut back to the recipe at hand. I love chickpeas, and, even though couscous isn’t my favorite grain, I was intrigued by the idea of adding citrus. It was better than I had even imagined. This is seriously the best dinner I have made in a long time! The fennel frond on top adds back a little bite of licorice and a touch of crunch, which I always appreciate.

Caramelized Fennel with Citrus, Chickpeas, and CouscousAnd so, in summary, make this tonight! You won’t be sorry.

Caramelized Fennel with Citrus, Chickpeas, and Couscous
Recipe from The Kitchn

1 large fennel bulb with fronds
3 tablespoons olive oil, divided
1/2 teaspoon ground coriander
1 1/2 cups (or 1 15-ounce can) cooked and drained chickpeas
10 Kalamata olives, halved and pitted
Zest and juice of 1/2 lemon
Zest and juice of 1 orange
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 cup instant couscous

Trim fennel and cut into 1/4-inch thick wedges. Reserve fronds for garnish.

Heat 2 tablespoons olive oil in a large skillet over medium heat. Add fennel and cook, stirring occasionally, until tender and caramelized, about 10-15 minutes. Add coriander, chickpeas, olives, and lemon juice to pan and stir to combine. Continue to cook over medium heat, stirring occasionally.

Meanwhile, juice the orange into a liquid measuring cup and top off with water to make 1 1/2 cups of liquid. Add liquid to a small saucepan along with 1 tablespoon olive oil, orange zest, lemon zest, and salt. Bring to a boil and stir in couscous. Cover, remove from heat, and let stand for at least 5 minutes.

To serve, fluff couscous grains with a fork and spread on a dish. Spoon chickpeas and fennel over couscous and garnish with fennel fronds.

Scenes from West 3rd

West 3rdEric and I are always trying to find the cool neighborhoods in LA, the places where it’s fun to take a Saturday stroll. This past weekend we headed to West 3rd, a sweet stretch between the old farmer’s market at Fairfax and the Beverly Center at La Cienega. We found fun shops and lots of places we’d like to come back and try (including a Turkish bakery: be still my heart!) We were strolling between lunch and dinner, so we weren’t hungry, but I took pictures of all the deliciousness and want to keep it here as a reminder when we’re looking for a new place to try. This is Magnolia Bakery, of NYC fame. It smelled so good in there!

West 3rdWouldn’t you like to sit at that little table in the window? I would!

West 3rdAnd then we came across this little hole in the wall (literally!) selling fresh juice and Stumptown coffee, precious Pacific Northwest nectar. I was smitten. It reminded me so much of the little bread and pastry stands I used to frequent in Russia.

West 3rdThis is the scene inside Joan’s on Third, a market and deli. I drooled over all the cheese. And the salads looked fantastic too.

West 3rdAnd then there was the pie shop. I was charmed by the menu…

West 3rdand the pie schedule.

West 3rdIt was only to be topped by this adorable ice cream shop. Yum! Needless to say, I have grand plans of eating my way up and down this street!

Adventures in Pregnancy: 22 Weeks

22 WeeksI love palindromes, so this is a happy week for me. Also, I am not expert enough to make those photos line up perfectly, but I figured it was worth posting this lopsided comparison image anyway. Ah well! And another also: I bought that black skirt at Goodwill this week, and I might wear it every day for the rest of this pregnancy. It is so comfortable!

I always like following along with the baby’s growth, and this week he is the size of a spaghetti squash. A spaghetti squash! He’s about 11 inches long, and he weighs almost a pound. It is so amazing to think that he used to be tinier than a poppy seed! And I am growing too. I haven’t been weighing myself, but I am certainly getting rounder. Almost everyone I know who’s been pregnant has had an overnight growth experience. And Sunday morning I looked in the mirror and realized I looked a lot bigger than I had on Saturday night. Eric noticed it too. Hurray for growth spurts! Or maybe he just really liked the spicy Chinese food I had on Saturday night. Either way, I love love love having a belly, love feeling his kicks, love knowing that he’s always here with me.

I am not sure there are any big new developments except that I am HUNGRY. And when I am hungry, I am HONGRY. I pity the fool who tries to stand between me and my food. I told Eric this weekend that being pregnant is like being plugged into the wall. When you are hungry, it feels like someone unplugged you, and you are just slowly and helplessly powering down, like the saddest of robots. Sadly, this condition will make you slightly impatient with your saintly husband when, through no fault of his own, it is taking too long to find a parking place. And this is especially troubling because your saintly husband was saintly enough to split a croissant with you an hour before dinner because you just could not go on without food food food. Thankfully, I really do mean slight impatience and not fire-breathing dragon behavior. I’m saving that for labor! But most thankfully of all, it is really so incredibly wonderful to feel hungry again and to be able to enjoy eating. I am so grateful for that every day.

We had the loveliest weekend, complete with a trip to the farmers’ market (where I bought three different kinds of broccoli! Hurray healthy cravings!) and an afternoon strolling through a new-to-us neighborhood in LA. That would have been enough for a five-star Saturday, but we also got to have dinner with our dear friends Jack and Juliette, and they agreed to be our baby’s godparents. All four of us are so excited about it! It would be hard to think of two more loving, faithful, and kind people to be examples for our sweet boy. We feel very blessed all around.

In nesting news, we got the crib this week, and it looks great! We’re working next on the remaining big pieces of furniture and the carseat/stroller. I will share more about this hopefully later this week, but I got fabric to make the baby a quilt, and I am in love with it. I am about halfway through the cutting, and then I’ll put together a layout and start sewing. I have never quilted anything this big before, but I’m up for the challenge. Can’t wait to see it all finished and draped over a rocking chair!

There may be more to report, but honestly, I have become a caricature of a pregnant woman: I can’t remember anything! This becomes very humorous in social situations, let me assure you. In general, we’re doing a lot of laughing over here, a lot of belly rubbing, and a lot of looking forward to the day when we’ll hold our baby in our arms.

March: Currently

SucculentsLoving daily walks, the extra hour of sunshine, baby kicks, and being able to eat again.

Listening to ten years’ worth of music on my iPod while I traipse through town. I love that too. A good song is like an old friend when it pops up in shuffle; I’m always so happy to get reacquainted.

Reading Irene Nemirovsky’s The Wine of Solitude. Not my favorite novel of hers, but still compelling. And our baby name book. (With 15 more library books at the ready!)

Finishing up reorganizing all of my art supplies. This was rather an undertaking, and I’m so happy with how it’s turning out.

Working away at the book proposal. Making great progress and feeling really good about it. (Also grateful for Eric’s perpetual enthusiastic encouragement and support, the sheer force of which could launch me to the moon. He is, in every way, the best thing that ever happened to me.)

Admiring the baby’s crib. We just put it together!

Shopping for fabric for the baby’s quilt.

Napping every afternoon like my life depends on it (it kind of does).

Learning the names of new-to-me trees and flowers that I see on my walks. Loving that too.

Looking forward to a few trips in April: a weekend in Carlsbad and a week in Maui!

Feeling ecstatic that we are resurrecting our Saturday farmers’ market ritual, and equally ecstatic that I feel good enough to cook.

Wondering every day at my growing belly and the sweet baby inside it.

Feeling joyful, grateful, at peace.

Project Life: Berkeley Trip

Project LifeWell, hello, Project Life, old friend! I set up the layout for these pages in December and am just now finishing them. This trip was from almost a year ago, but that sort of adds to the charm, right? Now we’ve had time to forget all the stuff we did and to appreciate a reminder. And I guess that’s the point of scrapbooking anyway! (However, I do have grand plans to start a little Project Life factory around here as soon as I finish organizing all my art supplies. Getting so close!)

Project LifeI got some new paper last fall, and this was my first time playing with it. I love the design and soft colors.

Project LifeI am kind of in love with the concept of chronotopes (time-space; thank you, Russian literary theory), and I love being able to revisit the places where I used to live. I remember the first time Eric locked his bike up outside this building, all the happy dinners we had here, and the couple of weeks when we lived here together after we got married and before we moved to Pasadena. So many wonderful memories.

Project LifeEarly in our relationship, Eric came to my favorite coffee place with me and tried a cup, even though he doesn’t drink coffee at all. It was so sweet that he wanted to share that experience with me. We spent a lot of lazy weekend afternoons here. And so we always love to come back!

Project LifeVisiting Berkeley is always a feast of culinary delights, and Ici is a mainstay on the list of must-haves. I wish everyone such blissful ice cream experiences, and such wonderful friends as ours.

Project LifeWhat’s better than an afternoon in the park with friends post-ice cream?

Project LifeMore Berkeley glory! It never gets old. At least not for us!

Project LifeBerkeley Bowl!

Project LifeMore Berkeley Bowl!

Project LifeAnd our old neighborhood. Ah, Rockridge, you are the stuff of dreams.

Project LifeAnd, to top it off, dinner with my BFF! So good to catch up with someone who makes you feel like no time has passed at all since you last saw each other.

Brandon Pettit’s Chana Masala

Chana MasalaI came across this recipe in Molly Wizenburg’s excellent book, A Homemade Life, which I devoured in two days over Christmas break a few years ago. I hadn’t heard of Molly’s blog back then, but my mom had, since she’s always ahead of the curve. The writing in that book is so searingly and deliciously honest. I laughed, I cried, and I wished I had the courage to spill it all out in such a breathtakingly beautiful way. Molly’s kind of a hero of mine. This recipe comes from her husband, Brandon, with whom she owns Delancey in Seattle (where I have had the supreme pleasure of dining). It’s a small world, as they say, and I was intrigued to read that Brandon went to Oberlin at around the same time as I did. When I finished the book, I looked him up, and recognition dawned on me: I knew that guy! I used to sit at the same round table as him at Talcott dining hall, slurping my black bean soup. He was a friend of a friend (that friend also appears in the book!), but I never knew him personally, and I am sure he would not recognize me. But still, it was lovely to find that memory again, and I made sure to thank him personally as we left Delancey.

Chana MasalaBut anyway, the food! I have tried my hand at Indian food. I dabble in aloo mattar and mushroom bhaji and baingan bharta. I’ve tried kormas and curries. I will never give up because Indian is probably my favorite food on the planet (and it is probably my only real pregnancy craving), but this is the only Indian dish I have ever made that really tastes right. It is astoundingly good. I think it’s the cardamom pods and garam masala, or maybe it’s the charring of the onions or the slow cooking to concentrate the flavor. I’m no expert. But this chana masala is a dream. And I’m pretty sure I’ll be making it until I can’t hold a knife anymore.

Brandon Pettit’s Chana Masala
From Orangette (also in A Homemade Life)

Good-quality olive oil
1 medium onion, coarsely chopped
2 medium cloves garlic, minced
1 tsp cumin seeds
½ tsp ground coriander
¼ tsp ground ginger
1 tsp garam masala
3 cardamom pods, lightly crushed
1 28-ounce can whole peeled tomatoes
1 tsp kosher salt, or to taste
1 Tbs cilantro leaves, roughly torn, plus more for garnish
A pinch of cayenne, or to taste
2 15-ounce cans chickpeas, drained and rinsed
6-8 Tbs plain whole-milk yogurt, optional
A few lemon wedges, optional

Film the bottom of a large saucepan or Dutch oven—preferably not nonstick—with olive oil, and place the pan over medium heat. Add the onion, and cook, stirring frequently, until it is deeply caramelized and even charred in some spots. Be patient. The more color, the more full-flavored the final dish will be.

Reduce the heat to low. Add the garlic, stirring, and add a bit more oil if the pan seems dry. Add the cumin seeds, coriander, ginger, garam masala, and cardamom pods, and fry them, stirring constantly, until fragrant and toasty, about 30 seconds. Add ¼ cup water, and stir to scrape up any brown bits from the bottom of the pan. Cook until the water has evaporated away completely. Pour in the juice from can of tomatoes, followed by the tomatoes themselves, using your hands to break them apart as you add them; alternatively, add them whole and crush them in the pot with a potato masher. Add the salt.

Raise the heat to medium, and bring the pot to a boil. Reduce the heat to low, add the cilantro and cayenne, and simmer the sauce gently, stirring occasionally, until it reduces a bit and begins to thicken. Taste, and adjust the seasoning as necessary. Add the chickpeas, stirring well, and cook over low heat for about five minutes. Add 2 Tbs water, and cook for another five minutes. Add another 2 Tbs water, and cook until the water is absorbed, a few minutes more. This process of adding and cooking off water helps to concentrate the sauce’s flavor and makes the chickpeas more tender and toothsome. Taste, and adjust the seasoning as necessary.

Stir in the yogurt, if you like, or garnish with lemon wedges and cilantro. Serve.

Pie Day

Master at WorkMy friend Steve is just one of the greatest friends you could ever have, and that’s before you even consider that he’s an incredibly talented chef. We’ve been friends for almost half my life, and I’m so grateful for him. When I lived in Berkeley, he lived in this amazing little cottage up in the Berkeley hills, and he used to invite me (and Eric, if he was in town) to dinner. When Steve invites you to dinner, you say yes. Those meals are some of my happiest Berkeley memories, and I have an awful lot of happy Berkeley memories. Eventually it became clear to me that Steve was a pie master. He’d make his dough from scratch with no food processor, no pastry cutter–with nothing more than his hands. I used to sit on a stool in his tiny but beautiful kitchen and watch him work butter and flour into magic. Steve’s love for pie dates back to our college days, when he discovered Mama Jo, so we’d often make buttermilk pie and strawberry cream cheese pie, two of his favorites. But he’d also make savory pies, which were just as amazing. We called these happy events Pie Day. By the end of my time in Berkeley, I’d just call him up whenever I had any good fruit. I took my ten pounds of cherries over, and we made a day of it. And so when Steve told me he was in town for a week from Korea, I asked him if we could make pie. He was happy to oblige, and he suggested strawberry cream cheese. For the savory, I told him I’d been dreaming about asparagus and fresh green peas. And that was all it took. Steve came over on Monday to hang out with me, my mom, and Ellen, and we had the most marvelous time.

Pie DayI was really touched that he made time for us on his last day in town. And so were my mom and Ellen. Luckily, we found some Oxnard strawberries, and then we got to work shelling peas before Steve got there (this was more or less our only contribution, but Steve always makes you feel like you’re being so helpful). While he was working on the dough, these two lovely ladies were knitting away on the couch.

Pie DayThis was our savory filling…mmm, I am still dreaming of it. I should also mention that Steve stopped mid-cooking to make salad dressing for me because I was starving and needed to eat some greens. And then he let me eat all the filling that was leftover from the pie. See, he is the best ever. Sadly, I don’t have any real recipes for you, but this is asparagus and green peas lightly cooked in butter with shallots and sliced almonds. And then we covered it with shredded Manchego and Parmesan.

Pie DayWhen the pie was in the oven, I told Steve he should make himself a drink and made sure to advertise the Luxardo cherries I got Eric for Christmas. So he made two Aviations, one for him, and one for my mom and Ellen to share. I didn’t have any, of course, but they looked delicious! One of my favorite drinks, definitely.

Pie DayFinally, it was pie time. Just look at this exquisite beauty. I could have eaten the whole thing myself. It is worth noting, though, that Steve is such a sweet person that he cut a big hunk for Eric, who couldn’t be there that day.

Pie DayAnd these were the strawberry pies–one with cream cheese and one without, both equally delicious.

Pie DayI don’t know what words I can use to say this that haven’t already been written, but truly, there is nothing better than good food and good friends. I am looking forward to the next pie day already.

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