This week we made a Lemon Meringue Pie! We followed a different crust recipe than last week and this one used shortening rather than butter. To be honest, it was a little bit disappointing as it was more difficult to work with when it came time to roll it out. Still, we were quite pleased with the over all result. The meringue turned out perfectly, so light and sweet and fluffy! The lemon filling gelled well. The secret? Cornstarch. I think we used every single mixing bowl in the kitchen to make this pie and despite our best efforts there are still lemons waiting to be used up.
In celebration of the summer, my best friend and I have taken it upon ourselves to bake a different kind of delicious pie creation each Tuesday. Allow me to introduce our first creation. This week’s pie is a classic berry. Loaded with fresh strawberries, blueberries, raspberries and blackberries, it is a herald to the sweet flavors of summer. We made the crust from a bon appetite crust recipe and improvised the filling. The slash style vents were another idea borrowed from the magazine, but it reminded us, nerds, of wolverine’s signature. Unfortunately it didn’t last very long, as it was delicious. Here’s to a happy summer and many more pies.
Creator God, triune, and abundant;
Full of wrath, Full of grace, Loving-kindness,
All wisdom, infinite, hear a supplicant,
A worm, a dust mote given mindfulness,
Lifting, offering, thanksgiving and pleas,
A practice of willing well, like you,
When covered in grime, you prayed on your knees,
Facing uncertainty, something new,
What did you say then? How did you express
Something so deeply disturbing and find
Peace, to have your garment cleaned and pressed
Into heavenly robes? Teach me in kind,
Or dwell with me, for then I could, with you,
Accomplish things much sweeter and more true.
Life could be a string of anticipations,
Hopes drawn out and hearts broken then mended,
The flinch of forgotten hesitations,
A quality of judgement suspended,
It could be.
And here we all are in this shaken snow globe,
Laughing and crying at the frenzied flakes,
That pierce our hearts, pierce our temporal lobe,
Because that is what they say that it takes,
It could be.
Possibility is infinite, see?
There is little choice involved here at all,
Except the choice to feel, feel things deeply,
Or let them skate by, lean against the wall.
You should be
Living out the delight of a sundae
On Sunday, in the afternoon sun beams,
With anticipations of a light new someday
And the fulfillment of wildest dreams,
You could be.
Or the yet pumping heart might balk and wilt,
That is okay too, sadness flows o’er you
As the judge pronounces your grimy guilt,
Closest of friends with the goat and sweet ewe,
You could be.
Action, reaction and Newtonian
Chemistry, governance of life’s mystery,
The futile efforts of man’s quest jovian,
All of it written into false history,
I could be.
Rambling, rambling, and wandering,
Falling and Folly, cest humanity,
Until the only One with sure footing
Reached into the river, Christianity,
How to be.
A sweetly warm summer’s eve set the scene
For our and Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream;
A grand picnic on a gently sloped green
Where friends, held dear, watched the fairies scheme;
I think we all fell in love late last night,
Seeing in each other fractals of light
And traits valued in our Creator’s sight
We couldn’t help but feel the world was all right;
Such sweet repose and joy did strike us there,
Like fat, warm raindrop jewels in our hair,
That time itself seemed suspended and rare,
Truly there never was an eve so fair;
For when with Nature, Man shares membership,
Each Soul feels a deep Christian fellowship.
Pancakes and German Music for breakfast
Lighten the heart and fill the belly up
With happiness and silly thoughts at last,
Indeed, I am entirely cheered up;
The prospect of today’s gift of hours
No longer resembles an elephant
But rather a summer day of bright airs
And possibilities benevolent,
Not that elephants are really all bad,
I like elephants, jazz, and sipping milk,
Dancing, color, and airplanes make me glad,
Today cares slip away like off of silk,
Yet motivation remains and thrives here,
Propelled by great Love instead of damp fear.
Feeling blue, feeling blue
Coping seems to be all I can do
When I am feeling blue,
How the imagery strikes me now,
Like an arrow flying true,
There is more than sadness hid in the color blue,
With the myriad of shades,
It is surprising that the associated
Emotional range is so limited.
Consider, first, the sky
All azure and pale and vast
How can I forget, so fast, that the sky is blue,
And forget the emotion of cheerfulness
That it inspires in my chest.
Is that not a feeling blue, too?
Consider, second, the sea
With her change continuous and
Quickly changing coloring,
Those blue depths, that turquoise gleam,
How can I forget the nurturing, life inspiring
Breath that cradles my very Soul?
How can I forget that in my ‘feeling blue’?
Or incline your ear and listen to
The ‘bluesy’ crooner croon
A wonderful, ironic tune
About a circumstance put into perspective.
It is blue, but somehow smiling too.
Feeling blue, feeling blue,
Don’t forget to feel all that is true
About the manifold hue.