Not So Humble Pie

I texted my friend:    the apple tree at The Fig has apples…would you like some?  Heads up, they are not flawless like a grocery store apple.

The response, verbatim:     funny thing is when I pick my fruit I try not to get the pretty perfect ones.  I find pretty in the ugly and blemished.  Can’t wait for the apples!

So Frankie and I stood in the back of a pick up truck and filled a bag with apples which I delivered to my friend.  And then Holy Smokes, this pie was delivered to my house a few days later. 

There are lessons in this…so much ‘pretty’ is overlooked…never, ever underestimate what can result from humble ingredients and sensibility…a good friend brings you apples, a great friend bakes you a pie…and apple pie and sausage make the perfect late August supper.

                                                                    At The Fig

May you find some pretty,

june