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One Kitchen, Many Hearts: Box 2

AND, we’re back!

From Left to Right, Top Row: Madelyn, Kirsten, Megan, Bottom Row: Jeanne, Allison et moi.

Not-so-miraculously, the first month of our box-swapping experiment was a success.  Which is to say that we collectively agreed that getting this package in the mail is more fun than Christmas, Hanukkah, Birthdays and Anniversaries.

See?

More fun.  Obviously.

Because you basically go out and buy/source the things you would love to get, and then you wrap that love up and ship it out to a sister that you know will love it just as much.

It’s the perfect solution to the problem we never had.

The problem we do have: Making sure that these boxes and their contents are as unappealing/unappetizing as possible to menfolk and coonhounds.

This is our lot in life.

To check out what I packaged up, son/husband-proofed and sent over to Michigan (spoiler alert: you’ll die when you see my wrap job), click on over to visit Kirsten!

This month’s box came from Allison via the sunny state of Arizona, which is mildly ironic because my parents set-off to visit not a week after I received this parcel in the post.

We started out with some brief (albeit important) correspondence.  That was only after I made sure to have a full-glass of red wine in-hand.  This is the sort of multi-tasking we should all aspire to. ;)

The six of us are totally serious joke about setting-up a retirement compound for ourselves that would involve six houses opening up to one, giant, working kitchen.  With six more of everything.  Like Big Love meets the McCaughey Septuplets.

Or something like that.

Allison is a girl after my own heart because she has a way with words that is just second to none.  The tags she attached to the treats she sent slayed me.

Are you dying too?

And the treats.  So wonderful.  So perfect.  So fitting.

There’s a certain sweet spot that can only be reached by combining hot peppers, treats, accessories and bold declarations about handbags.  Some people may file it under Bermuda Triangle.  I think it falls squarely into the category known as My Life.

For instance: Have you ever experienced a homemade marshmallow?  Because if you haven’t, you really, really should.

In a run, don’t walk-sort of way.

In an, it will shake the very foundation of your beliefs-sort of way.

But like everything else that comes out of those flat-rate boxes, this is a good thing.

Want to know what else got sent around the country?  The answer to that is YES!  Pop on over to check out Madelyn, Kirsten, Megan, Jeanne and Allison’s boxes!

Salad Week: Cheese and Calavo Salad

I’m as perplexed as you are kittens.

But when we hatched the idea for this week, I just knew that I needed to action something out of the book that Michelle (my sister-in-law) rescued for me from her school’s library sale.

Vintage, right?

To this day, I will never know why it is that I decided Cheese and Calavo Salad was calling my name.  Because every time I get near a reason that might possibly sound rational, my mind wanders elsewhere.

After reading the extremely tiny concise recipe (the instructions calling for unlisted ingredients like avocados and not mentioning anything about the actual pears listed), I needed to do some Googling.

Because I just had this feeling that the book might have been written in a way that housewives of the time would have understood, but would leave women (and men) today totally clueless.

To wit: The only information I found regarding “Cheese and Calavo Salad” was tucked into a Berkley newspaper from 1944.

So this salad isn’t retro, it’s old-school Victory Garden-style.  Put on your gloves, take off your nylons, and get your ration coupons out.  Because this is happening.

What I learned after all was said and done: Had I Googled “Calavo” and “Calavo” alone, I would have learned that said name for a pear-shaped object was actually a commonly accepted term at the time for Avocados.

That this dish also involved some dark art relating to cheese balls should have been a warning sign (after reading a veritable trove of information on proper cheese ball-creation on the pages preceding it).

All together now: Debacle.

So in all reality, the entirety of this dish was a total sham and more closely resembles something that you would see the chefs on Chopped action for their first course, were they to find these things in their box.

Hindsight is 20/20, but we stay the course.

The ingredients.

Phase One: Fanning the Endive.  Sectioning the Avocado.  Dressing.

If you’re wanting to do something fancy like the above with your dressing, just dump it into a plastic bag, snip off the corner and then pipe it on.  Instant (disposable) glamour.

Phase Two: The impostor-pear.  Stuffing.  Sealing.  Slicing.

As per the one article I found, I felt called to stuff the pear with the cream cheese and then cross-section it in a manner that most closely recalled a Scotch Egg.  Don’t worry, halfway through the segmenting I sliced myself and we called it a day.

And, because I know y’all are hardcore committed to seeing this through until the end, the finished product.

Enjoy this visual while you can, because nothing of this order will ever be exiting my kitchen again.  It’s a hot mess on a plate.

Because I’m in search of constant validation, I may or may not have had Jillian over while I was assembling this because I wanted a second (non-masculine) opinion on the edibility of the dish.

Our opinions:   Separately, they (the avocado and the pear) both worked, but on the same plate they made no sense together.  Which obviously makes a lot of sense now.  The endive-avocado-dressing combination was actually pretty damn good.  On its own it would be a really pretty easy healthy appetizer for a summer BBQ.  The pear could use some honey and a few toasted nuts mixed into the filling.

These are little things once you come to terms with the fact that Calavo Pears are avocados and there shouldn’t have been any actual pears involved at any point in the proces.

And, because it’s Salad week, don’t forget to link-up on Allison’s blog with your recipes/photos and check out all of these lovely ladies and their creations!

Salad Week: Party Salad

Kittens, for all that I detail our dinners, I rarely delve into the realm of Green Things That Marcus And I Eat.

Surprisingly enough, we do in fact eat the leafy things.

In honor of Salad Week, I wanted to share a salad with y’all that has no “real” title, but I’ve always known as That One Salad That Mom Only Makes When Company Comes Over For Dinner And Everyone Loves It.

That’s not the most concise (or memorable) name in the world, so recently, I’ve taken to calling it Party Salad.

How imaginative, I know.

The good news is that it’s a forgiving recipe, it comes together quickly.  When I say “quickly” I mean in all seriousness that I hacked together the salad and photos for this post yesterday after a nine mile run (while I was still in my gear) and proceeded to scarf the entire thing like I was on a starvation diet.

I never thought I would be able to tell someone with a straight face that I ran 9 miles and then I ate a salad for a snack.  Because honestly, that’s just offensive.  But really, it was That Good.  I would do it again without flinching.

Above all things, it is not boring.

So, let’s do this.

Ingredients and Instructions

Dressing

  • Raspberry Vinegar (I used a white balsamic)
  • Oil (I usually go Olive, but you may be into something else)
  • Salt and pepper
  • Sugar

Using ratio of three parts oil and one part vinegar, combine the quantity of dressing desired.  Depending on your party size, and whether you’re dressing the salad in the bowl or allowing guests to dress the salad themselves you’ll probably want between 1/4 – 1/2 cup of dressing (total liquid measure).  But maybe you want more, maybe you want less.  This is me telling you to do what feels right.

Stir in 1 T sugar (for 1/2 c dressing) and stir to combine.  Salt and pepper to taste.

This is me also telling you that if you are a homemade dressing-actioning novice, making it in a measuring cup is not the worst idea in the world.  It simplifies.

Salad

  • One bag spinach, rinsed
  • One pomegranate, seeded
  • One small can mandarin oranges, drained
  • Honey Roasted Peanuts

I know, I know, all of this is so terrifically precise.  But really, if you’re like me and see salads as a vehicle for toppings (I once ate a salad that was more BBQ Chicken and Bacon than Romaine), then you will want to use the whole can of mandarin oranges and the majority of the pomegranate.  If you think fruit is more of an accoutrement, adjust your ratio accordingly.  Depending on if you’re eating the salad on your own or you’re serving it to a hoard, you may or may not need the entire bag of spinach.  Toss in the honey roasted peanuts or leave them out all together.

It’s your call, it’s your table.

This is not rocket science.

Modifications

Sometimes it’s Salad Week and you’re really excited because you can’t wait to show your readers how simple it is to seed a pomegranate (it’s deceptively easy, so stop paying $4-$5 for that tiny container of arils).

But you can’t find anything other than the expensive containers of pomegranate seeds at the grocery store.  Translation: There are no whole pomegranates to be found.

You might consider tossing another red fruit into the mix.  In this case, I was so taken by a glossy container of strawberries that were on sale.

Considering the alternative was an overpriced container filled with seeds of unknown origin and freshness, this was a no brainer, right?

We slice them into long (not chunky!) slices and make-do.  In fact, you’ll forget that pomegranate was even a thing.

And take it from one who knows, your finished product will still look outright glorious.

Because once you have freed the seeds, sliced the berries or whatever it is that’s going on in your kitchen, you will simply toss All The Things together and call it a day.

Whether you scarf it after a run, or serve it to girlfriends (which is what I will definitely be doing tonight) you will be glad you did it.

Don’t forget to check out the other women of salad week!  On Saturday, Allison will be hosting a link-up so get your photos/recipes/posts ready!

One Kitchen, Many Hearts: Box 1

Six faces, six places.

From Left to Right, Top Row: Madelyn, Kirsten, Megan, Bottom Row: Jeanne, Allison et moi.

I’m still totally confused about how, exactly we managed to find one another (um, besides Mads) in the vast, mysterious expanse known as The Internet, but I am so very glad that we did.  Even though we live thousands of miles apart, each of these women has taught me so much over the past year about baking, cooking and selfless friendship.

Once upon a forever ago, we coined the term One Kitchen Many Hearts to describe the relationship that we have.  Because in a perfect world we would own a Big Love-style compound in which all of our kitchens opened up into one community yard.  Where we could lend one another a cup of sugar, two eggs and a stick of butter just because.

Not such a bad vision, is it?

Anyway, one day on The Twitter, we were discussing a food blogger pen pal program that another blogger was hosting.  And it occurred to us that instead of sending boxes to strangers, we could send things to one another.

So we set a schedule, wrote down our plan and started shipping away.

This month, I received a shipment from The Lone Star State,which was so perfectly fitting, considering the fact that I have been fixated with All Things Texas lately.  I want to call it a phase.  But I really don’t think it is.

The haul.

The Homesick Texan had arrived in our mailbox the day before and as I pulled things out of Jeanne’s carefully crafted package, I had to use all of my self-control to avoid screaming Oprah’s Favorite Things-style.

Yes, seriously.

The contents.

Are the cowgirl tags killing you dead?  Because I died.

What we have: Elderflower Honey, Homemade Red Plum Jam, Canned Rajas, Fire Roasted Mexican Salsa, Whole Wheat Pearl Couscous, Bayou Heat Hot Sauce, Belgian Chocolates, Dove Dark Chocolate with Almond Promises and Sally Hansen Insta Dri in Slick Slate.

In Marcus’ words: Jeanne really gets you doesn’t she?

Um, yes.  A thousand times yes.

And we have only just scratched the surface of the feasting that needs to take place between now and April.

Want to know what else got sent around the country?  The answer to that is YES!  Pop on over to check out Madelyn, Kirsten, Megan, Jeanne and Allison’s boxes!

Edited to add: To see what I sent Megan, click here!

Cake Week: From-Scratch Funfetti

It’s Cake Week!  And if you too, have been compelled to Bake A Cake, PLEASE link up!

Like pie from-scratch, cake from-scratch is something I’ve never attempted on my own before.  So I give thanks that Kirsten, Allison, Jeanne, Megan and Madelyn are so very supportive of me as I walk boldly (and somewhat blindly) into the world of baking.

When we were discussing Who Should Bake What, the idea of actioning bundt cakes was tossed around.  I may not seem like the kind of person that owns a large quantity of these pans, so let me surprise you by saying that I do.  Because in my possession I have a regular-sized pan, 8 mini-pans, one cupcake-style pan, and one cupcake-style pan with a holiday theme.

Midwest represent.

I get exhausted just listing them off.

But I think it’s obvious to all of us that The Universe is directing me to bundt.  In a lifetime commitment-sort of way.

The Universe was also directing me to action a from-scratch Funfetti Cake with Vanilla Glaze.  Because I had a Valentine’s Day-themed ladies’ night to attend and it’s a known fact that the hostess loves Funfetti 11/10.  That I love sprinkles nearly as much as life itself had nothing to do with the situation.

Note: I baked all cakes at 350 degrees.  The big cake stayed in the oven for 50 minutes, the smaller cakes stayed in for 30 minutes.

I did not use cake flour, because I don’t own it.  I know it’s not a terribly expensive ingredient, but since I don’t make cakes ever (really…this was my first from-scratch), it seemed silly to buy a bag that would occupy valuable pantry space.  To that end (I realize this may be heretical), the cake did come out moist, fluffy and with an appropriate crumb.  So if you too are one of the uninitiated, it’s safe to take a pass.

If you’re like me and you don’t necessarily have the time to mix up an entire cake the day-of (sometime we have Plans), you can toss the dry ingredients together in a bag ahead of time.

Even though I made this cake on Saturday, I definitely mixed up the dry mix on Thursday.

Once you add the dry and the wet together, you’re on your way!  Or so I thought.  Until I came to terms with the following:

  • Filling a regular-sized bundt pan without getting batter everywhere is…taxing.
  • Filling mini-bundt pans without getting batter everywhere is unrealistic and impossible.

But with hands and countertop covered in batter, I forged on.

To be richly rewarded.

When they come out of the oven, they will look like so.

This is also when you’ll realize that the only downside to buying rainbow sprinkles is that some of the sprinkles are…brown.  But baked-in, they didn’t come off as being especially muddy compared to the other colors.  So there’s that.

You will then begin contemplating the inevitable question of, How Am I Going To Get These Out Of Here?!

My mother-in-law is cursed as far as bundt cakes are concerned.  No matter what method she employs, she’s never able to coax them out of the pan once they’ve made it out of the oven.  So I was quite tickled to be able to send her a snap of this.

How glorious.  The tiny bundts are lighter because the metal grade/thickness of those pans was different.  So take heart, they’re still done.

Since they required a glaze, I admired them from afar while they cooled.  It was a pie-on-the-windowsill situation.

And then I got to work (literally) throwing sprinkles at my cakes, to great success.

This is a clear-cut case of More is More if I ever saw it.

And more importantly, the finished product.

Since I was going to eat more of the cake at the party, I aspirationally thought that maybe I would only eat half.  Until the sprinkles and the glaze took over and I devoured the whole thing.

Who said food photography and staging isn’t fun?

Cake Week continues, so check out our schedule of events!

MondayFilled Cupcakes from Kirsten at Comfortably Domestic
TuesdayMolten Lava Cake from Mads at La Petite Pancake
WednesdayIce Cream Cakelettes from Jeanne at Inside NanaBread’s Head
Thursday – Petite Bundt Cakes by Yours Truly
Friday – Pupcakes from Allison at Decadent Philistines Save the World
Saturday – Ombre Rose Cake from Megan at Wanna Be A Country Cleaver

Have you ever actioned a cake from-scratch?

What’s your go-to party dessert?

Switching into High Gear

Most important order of business.

Be a Good Cookie Week was an epic success.  Between the treats baked by Kirsten, her brother Mr. Stonebender, Jeanne, Allison, Megan, Mads and a few donations from Kirsten’s friends, we raised $529.40 for pediatric cancer research through CFKC.

When I started baking with these wonderful ladies, I thought that it would be a good time.  That it would force me to hone a domestic life-skill.  I had no idea that we would be able to raise that much money by the sole virtue of baking for our blogs, organizing cookie exchanges with friends and co-workers, and bringing other people along for the ride.

If you’re still looking for a way to get involved, register your cookie exchange/bake sale with Glad and they will donate $0.10 per cookie exchanged or sold through the end of December for up to a total of $100,000.  It’s just that easy.

Second most important order of business.

Our department cookie exchange was today and one co-worker brought in a snack called Tijuana Tidbits.

To me, that sounds like a drug.  But apparently, it is not.  Which means that it was probably invented by someone who has never set foot near Tijuana before.

Rather, it’s a delicious sweet and spicy trail mix incorporating tortilla chips, popcorn, mixed nuts, Crispix (does anyone actually eat them as cereal anymore?) and some sort of glaze.

Nope.  Definitely not even remotely related to Tijuana.  At all.

But this could become a year-round snacky-stalwart.

As in, I had to force myself to put the bag down so that I could enjoy them once more tomorrow night.

It’s going to be glorious.

Tijuana Tidbits aside, Hanukkah started tonight.

And I’ve been asked by a fair number of friends and co-workers what the holiday entails for us.

My conversion date was a few days before Hanukkah.  So at the party my parents threw for me in 2009, I got menorahs.  And LOTS of candles for said menorahs.  Because unlike Christmas Trees, you don’t just have to choose one menorah and stick with it.  Oh, no.  When you are a Hanukkah-observer, you have many, many menorahs.

One can never have too many ritual objects, you know?

Since Hanukkah and Christmas fall over the same period of time this year, what that means from a practical standpoint is that Marcus and I will be celebrating non-stop (and with other people) from the 23rd – 28th.

Sometimes it will be Hanukkah-themed, sometimes it will be Christmas-themed.  Since Hanukkah is actually a minor holiday on the Jewish calendar and Jesus wasn’t actually born three days after the Winter Solstice, I feel pretty comfortable surrounding myself with as many family members and friends as possible during this time and rolling with it.

Since Marcus and I agreed not to exchange gifts this year (we’ve been extremely blessed), it’s the little things that will make this first married Hanukkah of ours special.

We will light the menorah every night (my parents have a few as well, so we really do have all of our bases covered), which is something we haven’t managed to achieve before.  On Thursday night, I’m actioning a classic risotto for dinner.  Not because it has anything to do with Hanukkah OR Christmas, but because Marcus has been requesting it for awhile.  I thought it would be nice to enjoy it together on the one night of the holiday that we’ll actually be alone for.

Who knows – maybe 10 years from now a festive Hanukkah risotto will be a tradition of ours.

In the meantime, there simply has to be some peace amidst the chaos.

What does your holiday schedule look like?

What are the quirky holiday meals/dishes that appear on your family’s table?

Cookie Week: Chocolate Chip Oatmeal Cookies

Good morning, kittens!  I know, so early.  But today’s post is my contribution to Be a Good Cookie Week.

Earlier this year, Kirsten shared with us that she lost her sister, Cheryl, to cancer at an early age.  As the fall progressed (and with the holidays right around the corner) she mentioned to Allison, Jeanne, Mads, Megan and I that she was thinking about doing a little something to raise awareness for children’s cancer through her blog.

She had only just pressed the send button when the rest of us piled on board.  Because friends do not let friends walk that path alone.  We are grandmothers, mothers, and someday-mothers.  Aunts, sisters, daughters and nieces.  Childhood cancers are not a one person battle.

The cause that is close to her heart is Cookies for Kids’ Cancer, founded by Gretchen Holt-Witt.  Gretchen is a mother who watched her son Liam battle a cancer of the nervous system.  Getting even with cancer instead of remaining powerless and angry, Gretchen organized a bake sale.  Over the course of three weeks, she and the individuals who volunteered to help her in this fight for funding of pediatric cancer therapy research moved 96,000 cookies for a total of $400,000.

A movement was born.

When I re-read the post that Kirsten wrote, introducing us to this cause, one number really hit home for me.

Her sister, Cheryl, would have been 24 years old this year.

I am 24 years old this year.

It is a fact that I am totally unable to make any sense of.

The writing is on the wall.

Any age is too soon, but we cannot continue to let cancer take the lives our young.

Before we get started, I wanted to make sure that we were all on the same page.

When I read about other bloggers in the kitchen, I have a very clear-cut vision of what it must look like.

Their hair is done, they’re wearing a camera-ready outfit.  They never get ingredients on their clothes.  Their kitchens are immaculate.

Just so we’re all on the same page, this is what I look like when I impulsively decide to begin my baking immediately after an early breakfast on a Sunday morning.

Right?  Right.

For my batch of heaven, I decided to go with the Chocolate Chip Oatmeal Cookies from the CFKC Best Bake Sale Cookbook.

Making these was the perfect choice, because it’s something that’s on my 25 by 25 list and the first recipe I tried was…unimpressive.

This definitely righted that wrong.

The recipe asked me to grind the oats in my food processor.  Since I only made a half-batch, that seemed really excessive.  So I turned to my immersion blender instead.  God I love that thing.  You hook it up, do what you need to do and at the end, you only have a blender and a cup to clean.  It is so beyond easy.

I had already started mixing and dumping things by the time I realized I needed to start thinking like a food blogger and get snapping.  So here’s my effort.

In case you actually wanted to know what’s hiding in that green bowl, it was sugar.  Brown and white.

Amen.

I think I was supposed to use 1.5 cups of chocolate chips, but this ended up being more like…2.  How did this happen?  It’s very simple, really.  I had two open bags of chocolate chips floating around in my pantry and I wanted nothing more than to be rid of them both.  The ratio of chips to actual dough may or may not have been 1:1.

And it was good.

After wrasslin’ with parchment paper for the better part of 10 minutes, only to realize that it’s only necessary if you want to keep your baking sheets looking nice, I ditched the stuff and got my cookies in the oven.

Amen.

The finished product.  Behold.

Truthfully, I didn’t know that cookies like this could come out of my kitchen.

Once I’m done surviving the nine dozen cookies I need to action for a work cookie exchange next week, I’ll be pulling this recipe out again.

Only next time?  I’ll be making the full-batch instead of the half.

And don’t forget, the reindeer games are not over yet!

Monday – Kirsten from Comfortably Domestic
Tuesday – Jeanne from Inside NanaBread’s Head
Wednesday – Megan from Wanna Be A Country Clever
Thursday – Kat from Tenaciously Yours,
Friday – Mads from La Petite Pancake
Saturday – Allison from Decadent Philistines Save the World

Also, make sure to check out Kirsten and Jeanne’s giveaways!

What do you look like when you’re in the middle of some serious baking?

What is your go-to recipe for perfect cookies?

Pie Week, Day 3: Pumpkin Pie

Once upon a time (way back in the middle of the summer), six bloggers put their heads together and decided that something needed to be done about the fact that they couldn’t actually spend time in the kitchen together.

So they put on their aprons and decided to bake together anyway.

And the idea for Pie Week was born.

Y’all know from the 25 by 25 that #6 Learn how to bake a pie crust from scratch, is something I’ve wanted to needed to tackle.  So the moment that we agreed on Pie as The Theme, I did a little happy dance.

The only requirement for our week of festive Reindeer Games?  We all had to use Kirsten’s No Excuses Pie Crust.

Kirsten Believes In Butter and I Do Too so her crust as Our Standard was a perfect starting point.

Plus, with a name like “No Excuses” instead of Martha Stewart’s more intimidatingly named Pate Brisee, I was sold on the fact that I might actually be able to…make it.

After reviewing the recipe more than a handful of times (it was probably more like 20), I set the scene.  I froze my butter, iced my water down and pulled out the dough blade for my food processor.

The first rule of boldly going into the unknown: Be Prepared.

And as a reward for my efforts, I was greeted with this lovely sight…

Not one crust, but two crusts!

By the way, did you know how insane it is to try to photograph your food while you’re making it?  I found myself completely and utterly unprepared and at a loss.

As it turns out, those cooking bloggers are NOT playing around.

For the filling, I used the recipe from the back of the store brand pumpkin puree can.  There was no recipe development or “tweaking.”  I played it safe and trusted The Man.

Andy Warhol, beware.

Did you know that Pumpkin Pie is a custard pie?

Me neither.

Until I cracked the eggs in, gave the mixture a whirl with my hand mixture and proceeded to be astonished by the vast quantity of filling I had managed to produce in such a short span of time.

Originally I was planning on making mini-pies in a muffin tin.  So cute, right?  But once I got a good look at my pie filling and my crust, one regular-sized pie seemed like the appropriate choice.

So I pulled out Marcus’ Baube’s pie plate (which I had given absolutely no thought to until that very moment in time), pressed the crust into it and got baking.

The spicy-sweet scent that permeated the house was unbelievable.  Even Marcus: Dessert Hater remarked on how wonderful it was.

And after an hour, the finished product.

Obviously I spent a lot of time trying to beautify the edges of the crust. ;)

When it came time to devour it, I brought it over to my parents’ house as an offering to accompany the beer tasting we did on Sunday evening.  Mom offered to action a batch of homemade whipped cream to go with it, but we all agreed that there’s a certain je ne sais quoi to the canned stuff.

Perhaps the best discovery to come from all of this is the fact that in our house it can now be Thanksgiving all year long.

You may now refer to me as Kat: Pie Baking Survivor.

Amen.

And because the buck does not stop here, you absolutely have to get to know my fellow partners in crime!

Wednesday – Kat from Tenaciously Yours, (Obviously)

Last but not least, our progress thus far…

Pie Week, Day 1 – click here to see Kirsten’s Monday entry – Apple Tart with a Cheddar Streusel ToppingMarcus loves apples and Marcus loves cheese so this is definitely one I’ll be springing on him.

Pie Week, Day 2 – click here to see Jeanne’s Tuesday extravaganza – Bananas Foster Fried Pies.  I SLAY MYSELF.

Up Next: Mads from La Petite Pancake tackles a fruity, multi-berry confection.  Will I wish I were right there with her in her California kitchen?  Yes.

What is your favorite kind of pie?

p.s. Edited to add, I’m taking part in the Loving the Pie party!

Want to know more?  Come join Love the Pie with TidyMom  sponsored by Cherokee USA, Le Creuset, Wilton, Bags by Bloom and  Harvard Common Press.