Don't go far, Coffee. I need you.
My kitchen is similarly cluttered, having that lived-in look that doesn't really surface much in the Pottery Barn and Restoration Hardware catalogs I get in the mail. My counters need scrubbing, not just wiping.
I'm not the best cleaner-upper. I have three little kids, which doesn't help. The five of us are at the end of the year, and at the end of our wits, crawling to get to the wonderful, warm light at the end of the school year tunnel: Summer! We'll be there in just one day. Hooray! But before that celebration happens I have to finish planning one child's end of the year party, welcome a new sitter and get her settled in tomorrow, and a host of other things.
I also have to bake a homemade, from-scratch cherry pie today.
My to-do list includes: host my Grandpa K, who is 92 (I think), and a gem of a human. We have a special bond that I'm really grateful for. We just, I don't know, click. We share the same sense of humor, we have the same ability to chat up anyone, at any time. We're charming sorts, him and me. And two years ago I tried to lure him down from Erie, PA, to visit by asking him what his favorite pie is. Cherry, he said. I've had one cherry pie--made with a teacher-friend of mine from cheap frozen cherries and it was extraordinarily, surprisingly good. So I didn't hesitate to volunteer: "I'll make you cherry pie when you visit!" I said.
|Grandma's Cherry Pie Recipe|
So that's what I'm off to do. Think of my Grandma in heaven while I churn out a cherry pie for my Grandpa who is still charming me and everyone else on this Earth.
Really, is there anything more important than that today?
I have to go. I have cherries to wash and cut...