It's A Pie Day!

    Like I mentioned, Mom wanted to bake pies for some co-workers. So we did.

       Mmmm my house smells awesome.

   First of all, I just wanted to have this picture on record to show how messy my mom is when she cooks. This is just part of my kitchen, y'all. And yeah, that's lard there. But we only used a little when we ran out of Crisco DON'T JUDGE.

 

       But the mess led to this bunch of apples, which I snacked on whenever mom's back was turned. Not sorry.

 

     And then eventually the mess led to these beauts.

 

                Oh goodness. I'm gonna be so fat tomorrow.

                             The mini pies are for the co-workers. Lucky people. The big ones are for me us. Mostly me. Everyone else will figure that out in about 15 minutes.

 

It's officially fall in Salt Lake.

 

Just one of those yesterdays.

  You know. Those days when my mother and I are amazing creatures and do this-

               Home-made ravioli. Close your mouths people. You're getting drool everywhere.
         

         
    Yum. It was so delicious. It knew better than to NOT be delicious after how much work it took!

             Ok, it didn't really take that much work, I'm just being a baby.

  We paired it with fresh watermelon from a nearby farm. It was the best watermelon I've had in a long time. Legend has it the farmer comes in at the end of the day with a purple fingernail from thumping watermelons all day. While I appreciate his dedication to perfection, I'd just find a stick or something... Whatever, I'm only buying watermelons from him forever now.
   We also had zucchini from the same farm. Mmmm. And the leftover cheese filling for the ravioli we spread over some sliced up French bread and baked it into gooey cheesy heaven.
    We have lots of leftovers. I'd say come on over to help us eat it, but I don't think any of us will share the ravioli, and Maggie won't share the watermelon.

Not a professional. Shouldn't have tried this at home.

   Remember that birthday cake I was planning? Remember how it was going to be amazing?

 Well. It didn't quite reach that level, in my opinion. I was very disappointed with my otherwise phenomenal cake-baking skills. (Yes, those were my eyes you sensed rolling, thank you)
 
  The cake itself was crumbly and fell apart in a few places, and frosting would NOT spread without taking chunks of cake along for the ride. The fondant was a disaster. There was no saving it. I planned this:

 

Cute, right?? And not difficult! I've done crazier stuff.

This is what happened.

 

 

I'm astonished. And ashamed.

 

But when my sweet Connor saw it he said , "WHOA!!" and giggled. So I guess he was happy and that's all that matters!