Last week we went strawberry picking about 30 minutes from our home with some friends from the ward. I've been looking forward to doing this for the past couple of weeks because like most kids he LOVES strawberries. I had some fantasized idea that this would be a great family activity and Ladd would love picking them and putting them in the basket. Boy was I wrong. The moment he saw that there were strawberries all over the place he feverishly started chowing down- stem and all. We could not let him anywhere near a strawberry without him screaming to get his dirty little hands on them. So one of us spent most of the time in the parking area with Ladd, while the other picked.
My second bright idea was that I would make a bunch of homemade strawberry pies for a couple of friends. The recipe seemed simple enough and I'd seen my mom whip out several pies in a short amount of time so I was sure that I could do it. My first attempt at making the crust was an utter disaster and I called my mom at least 10 times. The next day went much better except I messed up the filling, but at the end of the day I had successfully made 6 pies. Yeah!!!
3 comments:
im totally impressed!
isn't it funny how we get these ideas in our head how things are going to turn out, but then its completely the opposite! but great job on the pies! sounds like me, i call my mom like every 5 minutes when i'm baking.....i guess its a learning process. but really the pies look great!
That sounds and looks so yummy. I want the rec.
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