T Stands for Cherry Pie - 2nd Slice

 For Thanksgiving, I thought I would bake a cherry pie. Nothing fancy. Just a cherry pie with a lattice crust, and then a Facebook post about fancy pie crusts crossed my feed. One of them caught my eye.

It looked easy enough. Roll out the top crust, cut out some hearts, use the cut outs as the pie edge. I dug out my little, heart cookie cutter, Mise en place, and prepared the crust.

While I was busy, that's when they arrived. My mother-in-law had warned me about them as they had attached themselves to Himself. Gremlins. Sneaky, mischievous gremlins. They move things, hide them. You spend hours and hours looking for the thing you need. You know where you left it, but it's gone. You roam the house looking and looking. Checking everywhere.

That's what happened when it was time to cut out the little hearts. The heart cookie cutter was gone. It wasn't on the table next to the flour cannister where I had left it. I looked high and low. I crawled on the floor and looked under the table and chairs, under the cabinets. Nothing. I retraced my steps, and I could hear them. Tittering with glee. Himself helped me look for the cookie cutter. "My mother warned you about them." The gremlins snickered.

"Not funny, guys!", I shouted. "You bring the cookie cutter back right now! If I catch you, I will hang you to the wall by your 🤬, little ears!" The threat had worked in the past. I went on searching for the cookie cutter, but no luck. Just gales of laughter.

The gremlins would eventually return the missing item. One just never knew when. It could be an hour later, a day, or even months later.

I had the heart cutter that was a little bit bigger. Not quite what was pictured, but it would have to do. I cut out the hearts, and then as I transferred the top crust, the pie crust broke. If 2020 was a pie, it would have a broken pie crust. What a mess. I fixed it as best I could and had to use the cutouts to cover the broken part of the crust.

I was glad we weren't having company for the holiday. My crew really wouldn't care what the pie looked like as long as it tasted good.

 Not exactly a Blue Ribbon winner, but it did taste very good.

A day later while sweeping up the kitchen, a metal piiiiing as I swept under the corner, lazy Susan cabinet. In the middle of the kitchen floor, was the little, heart cookie cutter.

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