Peach Pies.

Rustin hates the new face I put on the blog.  I hate it too.  You can hate it.  We hate it.  It’ll change soon.

Anyway.  I baked my very first peach pie last weekend.  I totally cheaped-out and bought the pie crust though.  I usually like doing things the hard way and preparing meals from scratch there’s just something about how rewarding it can make me feel, even if it turns out like crap.  Anyway, I used to like doing things the right/hard way.  Since I’ve been pregnant my urge to make awesome gourmet meals has sorta slipped away, that and I feel I’m not as patient as I used to be.  Hey, everyone else seems to be blaming everything I’ve done on the pregnancy, why can’t I?  Truth is it’s not the pregnancy, I just hate my stove.  I hate everything about it.  I hate the way it looks.  I hate how long it takes to heat up.  I hate that I can’t see how hot it is.  I hate that everyone else has the same exact stove.  I just hate cooking on it, so I cook in a hurry.  There was a time in my pregnancy where I really couldn’t cook.  True story.   And I really wasn’t using my pregnancy as a crutch because I truly LOVE to cook, but the smell of everything bothered me.  Even the simplest of things such as rice.  And now that my bionic nose has been put away I get stuck with a lame flat-top stove that will not cooperate with me.  It’s enough to pull my hair out.

So yea, I baked a peach pie.  Rustin seemed to enjoy it.  And even though he’s never had a peach pie before this, he says it was the best ever.  We’ll see how he feels about this next year when I make MY OWN pie crust!!! (Or get a new stove )

Straight from our backyard!

Sliced and Peeled!

Ready to turn into the filling

Ready to eat!