As I sit down to write this, I'm in the middle of preparing the hard boiled eggs needed for decorating this evening! I have just a split second, like most moms, while my daughter and husband sleep to boil our eggs, prepare the pie crusts for Easter Dinner and finally write a new post for this blog! Needless to say, I have flour on my hands and the in the crevices of my fingernails, I'm wearing my Nannie's apron and I'm still wearing my cowboy boots from an early morning horse ride - and in order to give you a proper image, I'm six months pregnant now and very much showing!
To begin, this Saturday has been one out of my dreams! Yes, this morning my husband and I were able to take our daughter up to a friend's house and take her on a short horse-back ride. I was in heaven watching my beautiful daughter in pink cowboy boots grinning from ear to ear in pride as she rode off into the sunshine and she was in heaven in her pink cowboy boots riding a horsey through the sage like a real cowgirl! Of course, my husband rode with her, she is only two and my darling baby, but this morning was wonderful. Spring has arrived in Reno and we are delighted to welcome 60 degree weather! The ride, the dirt, the sage: I must be dreaming, right?
Well, my day has only gotten better! Once my daughter hit the hay and I heard my husband snoring on the couch, I hit the kitchen immediately! And here I am, pie crust chilling in the fridge for the home-made apple pie I'll make tomorrow for Easter dinner and eggs boiling on the stove for our decorating egg-stravaganza to be held tonight! Because of my pregnant belly, my Nannie's apron barely ties around my waist, but I felt it only fitting to make this day even more memorable by wearing it while I worked.
What is it about aprons or rolling pins from past generations that make us feel like we can hack it in the kitchen? That by simply wearing my Nannie's apron, I will instantly take on all attributes I associate with baking and supporting my family? It's just crazy; however, I do it all the same, very ritualistic-like, and approach the kitchen bold and house-broken.
I've never made a home-made apple pie before and being pregnant has taught me one thing - I will do anything to satisfy a craving....even prepare a delicious home-made apple pie twenty four hours before I eat it! I'm that sick! And, yes, my craving is that strong!
This time tomorrow you'll find me 'slaving' over the kitchen stove, preparing our Easter dinner, removing a beautiful hot apple pie from the oven (or so I imagine) dawning my dirty cowboy boots and my Nannie's apron, sporting a six month pregnant belly and providing a wonderful (still imagining here) meal for my family and friends.
Happy Easter to you and may you always approach the kitchen with an old apron, dirty boots and a happy heart!
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