Yesterday, I painted some trim in my sunroom. I did so without having a single conniption fit.
That’s a pretty solid
performance for me.
Upon the calm completion of my
work, I figured I deserved a reward. So,
I did what any other kid from East Helena, Montana, would do. I baked myself a huckleberry pie with the
last of my harvest from the summer of 2020.
My shortbread pie crust topping
turned out a bit like something I made from scraps I found in my garage (with
plenty of mismeasurement). Or, as
Desiree put it when I showed her the pie via my smarter-than-me-phone: “What
happened to the top?”
No matter how it looked, the
taste proved bright and upright.
Prepping the Pie
My Pie Cooling Outside
—Mitchell Hegman
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