Pie Dreams
That’s what I do. I dream of pies. From morning ’til night I think about
- a pie that I’ve already made
- making, baking, and tasting the pie I am making currently
- the pie I will next make
Obsessed with pie dreams? Perhaps, but my pie baking obsession has turned into such a wonderful vocation that is, for the most part, a heck of a lot of fun. Oh to be sure, I’m not one who jumps for joy at the thought of doing the dishes, cleaning the kitchen, washing the floor, and folding the laundry after the baking is all done, but creating pies, writing recipes, giving pies away, teaching pie making, and writing books is a darn cool career, that I’m very grateful to be doing at this time of my life.
There’s a rhythm to most of my days. I get up and pad out to the living room. Gretapie (GP) and Mr Fez are close by, and they, of course, are awaiting breakfast. Once they are fed, I stoke the wood stove if it’s winter, or open the windows and doors if it’s summer, start the water for my coffee, grab the paper from the front porch, let GP and Fez out, finish brewing my cup of coffee, let GP and Fez back in, and sit down to sip and catch up on what happened in the world outside my door. (Usually I don’t need to know.) After some fruit and yogurt, or my favorite eggs and greens, I head off to a yoga class or a walk with GP.
I think about baking on my walk and try not to think of it during yoga. What will I make? Do I have all the ingredients? What can I substitute? Is a trip to the store necessary, or might a neighbor–Omma, Nancy, or Michael–have that extra egg I need. If I do go out, when I get back and supplies are ready for baking, it’s about eleven, and time for a little sit down with another cup, during which I review how I will make the pie du jour.
Today, since my baking and recipe writing for book three are finished early, I thought I would share a few photos with you of my early years growing up in Santa Barbara. I wanted to start with a full front photo of the first house where I lived. I pulled down the granny stairs to the attic, climbed up, and carefully brought down the box full of photos from those early years. As I went through folder after folder searching for a house picture, I couldn’t find a one that shows the complete front of the house. It’s not even on Google Maps because it was moved from it’s location…I mean literally picked up and moved early one holiday morning in 1962…when it was placed on a flatbed truck, and driven away. I do have a few family photos that show the front porch.
Our family home was next door to my dad’s mortuary. As I mention in Home Cooking, we did kinda grow up like the family in the tv show “Six Feet Under.”
On the way to being adopted by my parents, Tom and Louise McDermott. My brother Charles is in front. The front porch is on the left, and the back and side of the mortuary is behind us.
I loved to sing and swing in the backyard.
I do remember wearing this costume and that it felt hot and itchy, and I couldn’t wait to get out of it.
Pumpkins on the front porch with my big brother.
Me, my grandmother Geeg who was one of my first baking and cooking mentors, and my brother.
Walking down the steps at 12 West Pedregosa Street in Santa Barbara.
The station wagon that doubled as the “first call car” that picked up the remains of the dearly departed. You can see the business sign over the garage that housed the limos and hearse. Our house was over the hedge to the left.
Me in my favorite green dress, with my Patti Play Pal, and carrying my saddle bag purse. Patti had a purse, too.
Ok, thanks for humoring me. I had a good time sharing these with you.
Garden update: Between starting this post, and now just about to push the publish button, the weather became delightfully sunny and warm today. I was reminded of the story “Around the Corner” in the book Frog and Toad by Arnold Lobel, where Toad searches for Spring, and finds a daffodil in bloom around the corner of his house. Although there are no daffodils in bloom here yet, it did feel very spring like today.
So, I headed outside to begin the annual tree pruning. I finished about half of one of the big flowering ornamental plum trees in front. I’ll try to do more tomorrow.
Love,
Kate
What a wonderful post.
Thank you for sharing your life.
Thank you so much, dear friends! I look forward to sharing more of our stories the next time we meet.
Fabulous pictures!
Thank you, Jan! It was hard to pick a few. There were so many, and so many memories. Can’t wait to show everyone some from the next house!
I love reading your posts! I had a Patti Play Pal also, still do!
Thank you, and how amazing that you still have your Patti!
Great pics! They brought back a lot of memories of those days. I had a Patti Play Pal too! I wonder what happened to it cause I still have all my Barbies and Madame Alexander doll.
Oh Patty, we had such good times! I have no idea what happened to any of my dolls, Patti, Barbies, Madame Alexander, and even my Tiny Tears! xoxo
I miss the time I grew up in as a child. It was so safe. The neighborhood was filled with kids to play with.
So very true. I remember my mom and Geeg gave very clear boundaries. I could not go off of the block…or around the block for that matter.
We used to run all around the neighborhood and play hide-and-seek. We had such fun. Kids don’t have that today. Thanks for sharing. I even remember the car you are leaning on. Can’t go back, but we sure can remember.
Indeed we can. I think it was a Plymouth. It had those big fins.
Enjoy your posts. Am also a fan of Frog and Toad having taught 1st Grade for many years.
Aren’t they just the best! And, thank you for your kind words.
What fun to see the young and innocent Kate! Still just as sweet!
Jane- You are so very sweet, too!
That trip down memory lane that you took me and your other readers on was Great, thank you!
Thank YOU, Michelle, for your encouraging words. I never know what I am going to write about, or if there will be interest. It does seem that the more I share about my personal life, the more folks like it. So, I guess that means I’ll probably share more!
Thanks you for sharing such intimate photos of your life. And I totally forgot about my Patti Play Pal!
A stroll down the memory lane of our young years. It’s amazing how many of us at Patti Play Pals!
My Mom and her Mother were also the ones who inspired my baking. I always loved the fact that my grandmother could make her own doughnuts! Such a great memory and sorry she never wrote down any of her recipes.
I, too, had a Patti doll, which for some reason we called Penny. Great memory!
Your photos remind me of a Christmas gift I gave to my sister. Instead of making another album, I put hundreds of family photos on a thumb drive for her to view and have forever without worrying about photos yellowing in a scrapbook. The idea came from a friend, whose husband had just retired. She wanted to keep him busy, so she had him scan thousands of photos onto their computer.
By the way, I loved the post on the BLUE BLING DRESS. STUNNING!
You are the BEST! Keep on writing and baking.
What a great idea to scan those photos! Thanks for stopping in to say hello today, Mary, and sharing your memories, too.
I just love old pictures. Thanks for sharing Kate!
Well from all the responses this post is receiving, I guess I better take a deep dive through the boxes for more photos. You are most welcome, too. xo