It's how I keep my fingers busy
when there is nothing else to do.
It's great to take traveling as well.
I'm not a fast needlepointed
I pick it up and put it down
So, sometimes, it takes me a while
to finish a canvas
This one I started in the Panama Canal
And stitched as we sailed the Atlantic to Italy
And stitched as we traveled around Northern Italy
And stitched as we flew back home.
And stitched as we flew back to Italy,
And stitched as we traveled around Southern Italy
And finally finished as we sailed the Atlantic back to America.
I took the pillow to Mary, who works her magic by turning a canvas into a pillow
She called yesterday to say it was ready
I think it looks terrific in the beige chair!
The pie . . .
Was really not a pie but a tart
Well, not a tart but a tarlet
Five little tartlets filled with my homemade Meyer lemon curd
Dessert for my Wednesday luncheon
It takes a lot of piecrust to make tartlets
So you have a lot of leftover scraps.
And I made some memories
I rolled out all the leftover pie crust,
cut it into strips with my crimper
spread it with butter
sprinkled it with sugar
and then a shower of cinnamon
And baked at 375 until bubbly and brown
The memory --
My mother always did that.
Every time she made a pie
It was for us -- my brother and I
And I loved the simple pie crust treat.
We never called it anything but "pie crust"
However, I think it should have a fancier name.
I've renamed it "cinnamon sugar fingers".
They made a nice afternoon nosh when friends came to call yesterday.
It's Friday and I'm joining Michael at Rattlebridge Farm for Foodie Friday