A Pillow, A Pie, A Memory

I needlepoint

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