At the beach with some good friends. It seems like a summer vacation, the kind where you really don't have to do anything and you get to spend a month or more at one place.
We walk back to the beach house. An older lady is there, someone's mother? Not sure. We are making pie. I didn't feel like family, maybe a friend of a child or something, but welcome just the same. I had that feeling of politeness and obligation that comes with being a guest.
The apple pie didn't seem to come out ok. It was detaching from the crust, although I followed the instructions. Oh well... next was cherry. I was out in the sunroom pitting cherries. They were blanched for some reason first, so a bit warm. A guy comes in to say hello ... nice feelings
We walk back to the beach house. An older lady is there, someone's mother? Not sure. We are making pie. I didn't feel like family, maybe a friend of a child or something, but welcome just the same. I had that feeling of politeness and obligation that comes with being a guest.
The apple pie didn't seem to come out ok. It was detaching from the crust, although I followed the instructions. Oh well... next was cherry. I was out in the sunroom pitting cherries. They were blanched for some reason first, so a bit warm. A guy comes in to say hello ... nice feelings
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