Preparing for Thanksgiving always promises much pie making for me. I love it. I love making, smelling, and eating pies. My favorite. However, Phillip says that I cook like an Italian. A whole lotta mess - to get a whole lotta taste. Well - these pictures are self explanatory. Phillip cracked up when he came home one afternoon and found my tummy covered in flour, a whirlwind of a kitchen and one tiny little pecan pie to show for it all. He decided to record it all via camera. I can't help it - that's just the way it happens. I am just thankful he left my flour dusted face out of the picture. It's bad enough that I am standing in the kitchen barefoot and pregnant with a mismatched outfit. Craziness.
Bring on Summer
3 years ago