Monday, August 01, 2005
Cherry Pie (the infinite afternoon)
This is what took up most of my afternoon. These past few weeks I have been experimenting with what it would be like to be a homemaker. I remember laughing at a girl in my feminist lit. class in college when she talked about wanting to cook and do laundry and get married. All of us real feminists had thought she was a fool---but now that I'm here blogging away and have accomplished the cherry pie, some errands, going to the gym, and getting dinner started for my gracious cousins who have agreed to house me for this little experiment into the otherside (I call this, mock housewifery), I'm realizing, that it's actually pretty great. Maybe grandma wasn't that old fashioned when she said marry a nice doctor or lawyer (so you can make pie all day) So far, this is like my third pie in 2 weeks. What I've learned is how much I love cooking...I had always known this, but to really have the time for it (a whole afternoon for a pie=life of luxury)--it's no wonder the mathmatical sign for pi is infinite. So far, I've gone as far as blueberry and cherry, but I'm already thinking of great hybrids. However, my favorite part is definitely signing the crust. Kind of like those Persian poets who penned their names into their gazals.
Eat your heart out 9-5!!! Cherry-o for now!