What do you mean, what are you looking at? It’s a sleeping house, obviously! Decorated with Ranger’s own four-year-old hands and flyaway four-year-old brain. He wasn’t allowed to sleep in it, but the sheer beauty of its creation satisfied him.
As for me, I bought a new cookbook last night, The Southern Pie Book. It was on a whim, but for the excellent purpose of showing respect to my husband by baking him pies, which he loves. This is a “Pretty Pocket Pie.”
Unlike Ranger, I wasn’t satisfied with mere aesthetics. I’m glad to report that it was a darn tasty pie. Respect and love will be flowing in our household tonight. Assuming any of the pocket pies are left when DJ gets home.