this past Saturday, i was with some of my extended family.
at a brass band concert, in Gettysburg.
and, while it will most likely seem strange and possibly like something is lacking in my life when i say this, i’m going to say it anyhow:
when any of life seems helter-skelter, a pie makes all of life seem right again.
at least where i come from.
when Oatney’s get together, you don’t just eat cookies.
or just have coffee.
you eat pie.
with a top and bottom crust if preferable.
but, pie, nonetheless.
and, so, combined with the nostalgia i was feeling after picking berries at a sweet friends home on Friday and the much anticipated day with family coming the next day, making a pie was just what i had to do.
i was feeling somewhat tired and weary Friday morning and had told Tim that i was going to take it easy for the rest of that day.
until, i was lying on the couch remembering my friends invitation to pick berries.
i just could not resist.
so, i packed the troops up and we picked berries...to my hearts content.
and, as soon as i came home, i KNEW what would be next on my list for the day.
it was therapeutic to me.
the rolling the dough….
the sugaring the berries….
the top crust being placed and properly crimped….
and then baking it and having my house smell so….
when i took the pie along to Gettysburg and served it to my family, i felt like i was carrying on a baton…
doing what would have made my Great-Grandma, and Grandma, and Mom proud.
and, when my family ate it, i knew they got it.
the people around us?
who knows what they thought.
but, the Oatney’s there….
we knew what it was about.
and, it was good.
it was very, very good.