Bring on the Pie

Last week, a friend came and we spent time picking these apples at The Fig… and picking up where we left off since we last saw each other.

One year ago, today, I posted this.

One-and-a-half years ago, I wrote this about her.

And two years ago, I wrote this:

Sometimes it takes a while to find your way home. Leather artisan Tammy Castro was born and raised and, in her words, ‘misplaced’ on Long Island . She and her family contentedly reside in Raleigh where her suburban home has a lot of cow hides stashed upstairs. She dreams of living on a farm one day and owning a cow (whose hide will be safe)

Two years ago, she was the leather guru for The Fig.  One-and-a-half years ago, she was an official Flying Fig encourager.  And a year ago, she was dear friend and neighbor.

Today, she is still a dear friend, but no longer a neighbor.  Last week, as we picked apples for soon-to-be apple pies, we reflected on life’s changes since the year-ago-pie.  She and her husband and daughter have moved to the country and are restoring an old farmhouse.  Lucky for me, it’s only 10 miles from The Fig:)  

And lucky for her, she’s going to bake me another pie.  Otherwise, I would steal this desk she made from old boards salvaged in their restoration.

That, my friends, is a desk. 

Someone better bake a pie soon,

june