So last night we had dinner with some friends who put out a rather lovely spread for us. I'm not really an exhaustive list guy, but folks who go to the trouble of making cornbread, collard greens (with two kinds of hot sauce), pork and beans, corn on the cob and barbecued steak strips really ought to get some sort of recognition, and I guess that a shout-out on 'she bakes cakes' is, if only barely, some sort of recognition. The eponymous she of the blog title made a rather delicious strawberry and rhubarb pie, which went down rather well with some vanilla ice cream. I'm afraid that the time between baking and consumption did not allow for a photography session. I'd like to be able to appease you, the masses hungry for pictures of pastry, with a photo of a cherry pie that she made last month. We took the boys cherry picking in Brentwood, where we discovered that (i) it's not that hard to gather 24 pounds of cherries, and (ii) all of those $900K mansions we drove by last year are now priced to sell. $450K now gets you an enormous house, with proximity to stone fruit, chickens and empty elementary schools, along with a 90 minute commute to SF. We're considering it - the peaches are that good out there.
But, no pictures of that either. We eat fast around here. So instead I provide a generic pie photo (Lisa's are better) and a lovely five bedroom three bathroom testament to fiscal imprudence and the vicissitudes of life.
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