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Nov. 24th, 2015 10:05 amI've been baking for days.
Not that I'm complaining! It's just that I've never had a call for pies quite this high before and making sure I get them all done on time without sacrificing quality or taking up too much of the space in Semele's kitchen has been something of a challenge.
It's fun though. Especially today when I'm working on finalizing the final few pies. I made sure I got the two pumpkin pies done yesterday, along with the butterscotch meringue and sweet potato, and they're all chilling in the huge fridge at the moment. I finished up the maple syrup pie about an hour ago and am throwing together the chocolate peanut butter pie now while one of the two apple pies bakes in the oven.
The whole kitchen smells amazing, apple and cinnamon spices mixing in with the turkey Derek has roasting and my stomach is already rumbling in excitement for all the food we have in store.
I made a playlist for my iPod a few days ago entitled Thanksgiving Jams! and filled it with songs I'm at least reasonably sure Derek might actually like as well as a few that has him rolling his eyes as I start singing and dancing along.
My feet are actually getting a little sore, but it's easy enough to ignore with Derek smiling beside me, occasionally reaching over to steal a chocolate chip or two.
"You're going to ruin your appetite before the dinner even starts," I tell him, thwacking him lightly on the back of the hand even as I can't stop smiling. "And after all this work, you'd better have enough room in your belly for at least a few slices of pie, mister."
Not that I'm complaining! It's just that I've never had a call for pies quite this high before and making sure I get them all done on time without sacrificing quality or taking up too much of the space in Semele's kitchen has been something of a challenge.
It's fun though. Especially today when I'm working on finalizing the final few pies. I made sure I got the two pumpkin pies done yesterday, along with the butterscotch meringue and sweet potato, and they're all chilling in the huge fridge at the moment. I finished up the maple syrup pie about an hour ago and am throwing together the chocolate peanut butter pie now while one of the two apple pies bakes in the oven.
The whole kitchen smells amazing, apple and cinnamon spices mixing in with the turkey Derek has roasting and my stomach is already rumbling in excitement for all the food we have in store.
I made a playlist for my iPod a few days ago entitled Thanksgiving Jams! and filled it with songs I'm at least reasonably sure Derek might actually like as well as a few that has him rolling his eyes as I start singing and dancing along.
My feet are actually getting a little sore, but it's easy enough to ignore with Derek smiling beside me, occasionally reaching over to steal a chocolate chip or two.
"You're going to ruin your appetite before the dinner even starts," I tell him, thwacking him lightly on the back of the hand even as I can't stop smiling. "And after all this work, you'd better have enough room in your belly for at least a few slices of pie, mister."
