I’m pleased to announce that after much labor (and some muttered obscenities), I produced a cherry pie that was both edible and aesthetic.
Both sides of my family contributed to its creation: My dad and stepmom had given me the cherry pie filling after their trip to Door County, and my mom’s mother had made the pie pan (conveniently inscribed with a cherry pie recipe) when I was just a little whippersnapper.
The pie was a moving testament to the nourishment–both physical and spiritual–that families provide.
Also, it was a LOT of work.
I think I’ll leave my moving testaments strictly metaphorical until the next holiday season rolls around.