Making Pie.

Both of my grandmothers were good cooks, and even my father will admit that his mother-in-law could do some magical things in the kitchen with food that even his own mother couldn't. I learned to bake at the elbow of Grandma Bow, and I learned to slam nutritious meals together in a jiffy at the coattails of my mother. When Andy and I married, pregnant on our first anniversary, I was a dreamy housewife in terms of hot meals and dessert. Once or twice a week, we enjoyed something from scratch: white chocolate cheesecake, marshmallow fudge frosted cookies, angel food cake, shortbreads, layer cakes. I kept up the good fight in Tucson for awhile, but I also had for the first time in my life the luxury of baker friends. Elise and Crystal were generally eager to share left overs, and the bakery trade went both ways.

Father's Day is tomorrow, and Andy requested a day at the pool. Perfect. But, this means the preparatory baking happens today. Chocolate pie, of course, though it took him a few days to commit. Since I'm already making one pie crust, why not slip a little peach cobbler prep into the action?