Move Over Betty Crocker!

I baked a pie. That's right...I did it. And you know what, it tastes pretty darn good if I do say so myself. Aside from the fact that when I lifted out the first piece, the filling gushed into the whole to fill the space like some dark indigo pond, hungrily gobbling up extra land to add to its inky darkness, it turned out rather well. I'm pleased with my first attempt. Maybe I'll go pick some blueberries in the park today and make a second attempt with the help of Joe's mom. --Yes yes...the two and a half week marathon of visitors has begun! yay! --I have lots I'd like to share, but for now, I must run to the farmer's market (me too Michael!) I'll leave you with a picture of my pie :) Too bad I can't let you have a taste as well.