Tuesday, January 22, 2019


When it comes to guilty pleasures I find my self craving something extravagant and filled with chocolate and finesse. But when it comes to comfort food, I need something more familiar. Something full of flavor, not just sugar. It needs to feel like coming home, not a night out. It needs to represent family, good times, and past smiles. For me, that item is fruit pie. 

All I can think of is strawberry season and my three berry pie. I'm drinking hot cocoa made with half and half for now, but my heart is set on plump, dark red strawberries. My hands are colder than the wind chill and perfect for kneading crust. Maybe I'll give in and make a sweet potato pie while I wait.

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