Baking Day

I was lucky enough to get Thanksgiving week off of work, and so I knew that I wanted to spend one of my free days baking a pie. A Dutch apple pie, to be exact! We bought apples from the farmers market last week while waiting for our table at Snooze, and I was slowly getting all the supplies I needed to make this delicious treat.

My cousin Nasime got a last minute flight to come for Thanksgiving, so while my sister was picking her up from the airport, I thought I was being super prepared and packed all my pie goods to take to her house for our baking day. i stopped at King Soopers for Britt's supplies, got some coffee, and I was really feeling like a hybrid of Martha and Giada all rolled into one.

I passed a horse pasture and caught a glimpse of the back of a horse wearing a coat, but for some reason it looked like someone had dressed up a scary figure and placed it in the pasture to scare people. I had just read some thing on pinterest about how to scare the hotel maids by making figurines out of towels, so I automatically thought, oh thats not weird to have a scary figure in a pasture, but then realized that people generally don't try to scare you during Thanksgiving, and no...its not scary, its just a horse with a jacket on. Moving on.

Then, the second I pulled into her neighborhood, somehow my mind realized I had left the pie dough I had so carefully prepared last night at my house. Come ON! So I unloaded all my gunk and told myself I would be back in 10 minutes. That's a lie. I have to lie to myself sometimes.

I called my mom on the way and after hanging up with her, I was just driving right along when I realized I had missed my exit. What the heck!! I do not live in a big city by any means. Traffic was not an issue. I wasn't talking on the phone. I just missed it. Now, something I realized today was that if you miss the Mountain Vista exit, the next exit is in SEVEN MILES. In Wellington. That's practically WYOMING. So I turned on my iPod and settled in for the road trip. Once I turned around, I speedraced back to my exit, and as soon as I was on Mountain Vista, there it was....a TRAIN. A freaking train. I blew half a tank of gas to speed up to beat it, but those dang arms came down (much too soon, in my opinion...I could have beat that train fair and square) and stopped me. Now this was a quick train, thank the good Lord. Otherwise I would have had dragon fire coming out of my mouth.

Anyhow, I got the dough. I baked that dang pie. And we had a super time doing it. I will be using that pie pan again...and maybe some new decorative crust tools that my grandma gave me? Look out, Christmas!!