the smell of home

Today I decided to make my mom's apple pie recipe (after I went to multiple grocery stores trying to find the pie crust--thought it must be an East Coast thing until I realized it's kept in the refrigerated section, not the frozen, opps!). I was a bit apprehensive because Mom has always mastered her own apple pie and it was among my very favorite things she would make me. But....I have to say, it tasted just like Moms. And it smelled up my apartment just as Mom's kitchen would smell all the times she made it for me when I was coming home. And that made me sad to think about, but mostly made me smile. I brought the pie over to my friends Nikki & Mike's house for dinner and all 8 people had a piece and raved over it. I smiled and thought of Mom--she always loved to hear how people felt about her cooking. It was quite rewarding.

So now I mentally prepare for another busy week back at work. But I found some peace over my weekend--in learning to hit a golf ball, in baking mom's apple pie, and in completing all of the thank you notes I've been trying to finish! So all in all, it was a good weekend.

Cheers :)