Maybe you thought I'd forgotten about my pie promise.
Nope. I've just been waiting for inspiration.
I found it at Goodwill.
I've been so wanting a big ol' pastry board. Something about a big chunk of wood on which to do my rolling and cutting and kneading, a piece of something solid and heavy that will absorb all those memories, something that will grow smooth and worn with the passing of time, just as the hands that knead will… well it just speaks to me – a little kitchen poetry.
Then again, there's nothing poetic about spending a big wad of money on a new board, and so I waited.
It seemed like it would never come to pass, but low and behold the day finally came when I found her. There she was, near hidden under a pile of woven baskets and a broken paper towel holder.
At last, I had found my pastry board!
Don't think I didn't run right home and make a chicken pot pie and an apple pie too (after a good wash and then an oh so loving mineral oil rub down, of course).
This was a two pie occasion, friends!
Oh have I reveled in my board. There's been some biscuit cutting, some bread kneading, and a whole lot of grinning and just running my hands over her smooth, already broken in surface.
I'm sure one of these days I'll bring myself to put her away in the cabinet, but for now, she stays out on the counter where we can all gaze upon her lovliness.
You can see that food means a great deal to me, but I wouldn't go so far as to consider myself a foodie.
I'm just a girl who sees the importance of knowing intimately and even honoring the stuff that she feeds her family.
I think it's important for a kid to know what's on his plate and how it got there.
I think it's slowing, filling, precious to work, side by side with loved ones, to put food on your table and in your pantry, whether by growing it, preserving it or cooking it.
I think it can be a form of real connection to the past and also to the future to know that you are doing those things in a way that they have always been done, and that you will teach your children, and they will teach theirs.
I think it's sustaining and enriching to the soul, as much as to the body, to care deeply about your food.
And I also think that a real food revival could work wonders on so many levels for our nation.
It's a long one, but I would really encourage you to read about the far-reaching effects of our nation's food dilemmas and some really insightful, and thought-provoking ideas about how to solve them, in this past weekend's NY Times article, "Farmer In Chief"
In our current climate of political divisiveness, it sure seems like food just might be the thing that could bring us all to the table.
P.S. The apple pie that I made was a delicious recipe from my newest favorite cookbook (the one in the photo above), "Baking" by Dorie Greenspan.
It is a hefty, gorgeous, downright delicious book that would be worth every penny, had I not been the happy winner of my copy (as well as an astonishing host of other wonderful prizes) from Lisa over at the Cutting Edge of Ordinary.
This is the kind of cookbook that you sit down with and actually read cover to cover before proceeding to muck up the pages with frequent and loving use.