Today I am thankful for…the smell of apple pie baking.
Although I am sure we made the right decision to not travel for the holiday, it has been a strange day. No packing and calling the folks to let them know we’re on the road. No maniacal house cleaning before family arrives here. It’s a bit sad to be on our own, but the upside has been a relaxing, soaking in the moments kind of day.
My sister and I always made the apple pie together. She and her husband often arrived at our house first. We’d open the wine and start cooking Wednesday evening which always led to fits of laughter and a series of inside jokes that would keep us busy the rest of the weekend.
Today, the peanut and I came home from the park and he became my new apple pie assistant (sorry High Heeled Sis!). He loved dumping in the flour, sugar and the cinnamon, patting down the crust and sprinkling the cinnamon and sugar on the crust. Now, it’s baking, peanut’s napping and the smell of Thanksgiving is filling the house. And it smells GOOD. I wish there was a scratch and sniff hyperlink so you all could take a whiff. Mmmmmmm.
It’s amazing how I immediately felt relaxed, at peace and excited about the big feast tomorrow simply by inhaling that heavenly aroma. Just because it’s the three of us doesn’t mean it won’t be meaningful, delicious and fun. In fact, because we can truly relax into it, it might be more so.
No matter what, I know there will be yummy pie. The trick will be not devouring it this afternoon. Easier said than done!