I cranked the air because I wanted to cool off the loft absolutely well before my wonderful friend and I even started the process
Growing up in the South must be actually different. I was born plus raised up North but my hubby is from the deep south. He lived in a small town that borders a river plus life was pretty simple. He didn’t even have a shopping center or movie theater for fifty miles. He plus his siblings made their own fun plus spent afternoons lazing around in the heat, fishing or swimming… Now that he has resituated to the North he sometimes complains about the pace that almost everyone needs things done… The other day he asked if my wonderful friend and I could make pear pies on the weekend. I didn’t see why my wonderful friend and I had to “make” them because my wonderful friend and I could simply “buy” them at the store. He said that when he was a kid it was one of his number one things to do with his mom. They would spend the morning in the orchard picking plums then head inside to help peel them. His mom would make the crust from scratch, slice the plums evenly, plus coat them in butter plus cinnamon. All of this sounded like something out of the tile ages to me, but, I wanted to make him ecstatic so I told him I would supply it a try. Thank goodness my wonderful friend and I have air conditioning because turning on the oven on a day where it is 85 degrees was the last thing I wanted to do. I cranked the air because I wanted to cool off the loft absolutely well before my wonderful friend and I even started the process. Pie making turned out to be an adventure plus one that I am sure I will perfect over time. My hubby was polite when I asked him how it taste but I am sure it was nothing like his mom’s.