Today was a big day. I made for the first time my mother's famous fresh peach pies that were legendary at my house growing up. It was unchartered territory for me - not just pie making, but the kitchen in general :) The pies have always seemed like the one thing that I would never be able to get just right, just like the way mom does it. Kind of like the good homemade rolls that take years to perfect - I haven't gone there either. The rolls are next.
3 pies were made - - - - - -and they were delish! Not quite as good as my moms, but still pretty darn good. I was so proud of myself that I passed on the delicousness to two of my neighbors- one who is always bringing us treats and has not seen much in return, and the second to our friends who (among a hundred other things) just recently did the plumbing for our kitchen sink. ( It's kind of like in the movie Wedding singer where the old lady pays Adam Sandler for her music lessons in meatballs?! )
I'm not quite sure what to do with myself after this!