I am so excited to have my mom coming to visit this weekend. We’re going to celebrate Thanksgiving a few weeks early and have invited a few friends over to join the 3 of us. I love turkey. I love roasting turkeys. It’s not scary for me; it’s exciting. Because I can practically taste that juicy, flavorful meat as I dress it and put it in the oven. The other thing I love to make that really intimidates a lot of people? Pies. I really really love making pies. I don’t love that it can take a lot of money to buy the filling ingredients for pies, but money aside, I love making the crust, fluting the edges, baking it off to perfection. (With that one pecan pie as an exception. I overcooked that thing until it was rock candy. No joke.)
Why am thinking about turkey and pie right now? Because I can’t stop smelling their delicious aromas wafting into my office. I am roasting a turkey that I will bring to the Sunday Thanksgiving potluck at church along with a pumpkin pie. I have two crusts ready to be filled with apple and pumpkin (separate pies, mind you), on Monday when we have our early-family-friends-Thanksgiving. I am also baking two more loaves of Amish White Bread. It was so so so good when I baked it on Tuesday that I couldn’t wait to try it again. Thank you to Britta for sharing that recipe with me a year ago. If only I had tried it back then!
Now I’m off to Aldi to pick up some more ingredients for my baking weekend extravaganza. (Wow, doesn’t that make it sound thrilling?)