I made some pie the other day, and it got me thinking....About life, uncertainties, old memories, past and future ambitions...That sort of thing. If you would've told me 4 years ago that I'd be living in a house with my two-year old daughter and fiance, enrolled in a veterinary technology program, and blogging and baking on the side, I would've said you were crazy. Literally lost your mind, crazy.
Just a mere 4 years ago, I met my future husband at a bonfire in early October thrown by a high school friend of mine at the time. It was sort of an impromptu "back to school" social gathering. I didn't think much would come of it, other than hanging out with my best friend in a semi-awkward party setting thrown for and by a bunch of high schoolers.
Little did I know the unexpected turn my life would take when I sat down by the fire that night. You ever look at somebody and you just know you're going to be great friends? This doesn't usually happen to me.
But with him, it was different. It was just like in the movies, where your eyes meet across the room and in that moment you just know. I know it's corny and cliche, but falling in love with Burt has been reminiscent of all my favorite romantic comedies. There's laughter, happiness, and sometimes tears; But through all of the tough times we always find a way back into each other's heart. And that's because we are each other's best friends first; Believe me when I tell you, what a difference that makes in the grand scheme of things.
Why am I telling you all of this?
Because lately, I've been doubting myself and my capabilities. With school starting in just a few short days, everything around me seems to be changing. Burt's work hours, mine and Lorelai's routine, my whole life. (Not to be dramatic or anything.) I just don't feel like I'm cut out for all of this, sometimes. "All of this" being the inevitable juggling of school, motherhood, and mine and Burt's relationship. It definitely isn't easy.The worst part is how fast it's all going by. Right now, I like my routine, because it gives me balance in my life. But when everything 360's on me, it leaves me feeling vulnerable and uncertain. It's a scary feeling, that uncertainty. I know I brought much of it upon myself, but it still doesn't change the fact that all of this makes my head spin. Maybe I shouldn't be admitting all of this, that change scares the bejeezes out of me, but I'd rather not wander through life pretending that I'm impervious to everything. I'm only human, after all.
Honey vanilla peach pie:
Recipe slightly adapted from Joy the Baker's Peach blueberry pie
For the crust:
- 2 sticks of butter, chilled and diced
- 3 cups of all-purpose flour
- 4 tsp sugar
- 1/2 tsp salt
- 3/4 -1 cup of ice water
For the filling:
- 4-6 large peaches, pitted, peeled, and sliced
- 1/4 cup of brown sugar
- 1/3 cup granulated sugar
- 1 tsp cinnamon
- 1 tsp vanilla extract
- 1 Tbs honey
- 1 Tbs cornstarch
- 2 Tbs flour
- 1 Tbs milk
- extra cinnamon/sugar for sprinkling on top
Meanwhile, preheat your oven to 400 degrees. Roll out one dough disc on a lightly floured surface until it is 1/4 inch thick and large enough to fit into your pie plate. Fold dough in half and carefully place in a 9 inch pie plate, then unfold the dough. (This is done to make moving the pie crust easier) Trim edges of the pie crust. Add your peach mixture along with the juices, evenly to your pie plate. Roll out your second dough disc on a lightly floured surface to fit over the top of your pie. Pinch top and bottom of pie crusts together and crimp if you desire. In the center of the pie, make 4-5 slits to allow steam to escape. Brush pie all over with the Tbs of milk, then sprinkle with cinnamon and sugar. Place pie in the oven to bake for 15 minutes, reduce heat to 375 degrees and continue baking an additional 35-45 minutes, until golden brown. Let pie cool completely before serving.