Pies, and Other Things of a Housewifely Nature...

You already know that I'm a bit cracked. But there is almost no feeling that compares with staying up baking pies after midnight. Especially when the peaches are neither brown and mushy nor too hard to juice properly. Really, they were amazing. The skin came off in 2 pieces for some of them, and anyone who's ever tried to deal with juicy slippery fruit and a not-so-sharp knife knows what I mean. It was incredible. You're probably looking at the screen and thinking I'm crazy, but if you like cooking at all, then you'll admit that there's no feeling like it: for once I didn't feel as though I was having to deal with the ingredients. It was like the thing baked itself. Even the eggs looked appetizing, and I have an entire rant on the topic of cooking with and/or dealing with eggs. And then I look back on this post about a euphoria rush from baking pies after midnight, and I realize exactly why some girls in my class refer to me as "Mommy Celia". Perfect...