tender apple curves
Hello, pie, baked from my irrepressible desires to nibble on something sweet.
You are a darling, that daintily thin nutty crust, those tender apple curves.
It’s been a while since I’ve sought the companionship of the kitchen but you have reignited that friendship, pie. The kitchen is barely large enough for me to lie down in yet that desire to make a meal and write about it once catapulted me into a black hole of worries about inane details like lighting and props and composition and… Why did that concern me again? I’ve forgotten. That’s the fabulous thing about time, isn’t it?
No reasons here, ladies and gentlemen. Just a pie.